I just got back from my first solo trip to NYC with my kids. The trip was great. Saw lots of wonderful things. Got lots of great input from my DS family. However, as much fun as I had- I am now down in the dumps. This was supposed to be a sign of my independence. It just reminded me, instead, how much I miss my husband and being part of a couple. I was reminded of all the trips we took together. This is just the start of all the things I will have to do without him. Why does it still hurt so badly. Shouldn't I be able to move on? How do I get past the memories?
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