I don't think it has hit me yet. Tomorrow will be two weeks and I haven't really cried. I am still going to work, getting into school, hanging out with friends, basically going on with my life. I think of him and yeah I miss him and I still love him, but other than that, I feel almost nothing.
I moved in with my parents last week. Something I thought I would never do. It's not that bad though. My dad and I get along better now than we did before and I still hate my mother. My sister and I are working on rebuilding our relationship. All of our mutual friends have not talked to him since our estrangement. The petty, spiteful side of me is happy about this. The part that still loves him is sad. I wonder if he is lonely. I still go to his parents every week for family dinner.
My life is going on. That's pretty much all I can say. We are getting internet out at my parents next week, hopefully. I am going through withdraws! I need my internet! I miss you all and hope this little journal entry finds you all well. I will check in again when I can.