Not that I ever thought this would be easy, but today was particularly emotional. And each time my eyes fill and my cheeks become wet within seconds, I ask, "Does this mean I regret ending the marriage?"
The answer is never "yes" or "no".
It's a memory of you holding Lucy as a baby those first days after her birth, and we looked upon ourselves as a true family, as though the three of us could take on the world because of our love for one another.
It's a memory of you dressing in the morning, smiling at me across the bedroom.
It's a memory of a dance class, in spite of my lack of rhythm and two left feet.
There are just so many I feel like my heart will burst.
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