After the Split-Up Nightmares

Since my divorce six months ago, I've been managing just fine. Most days feel normal, but sometimes late at night when everything is quiet and still, old feelings resurface like ghosts from a past life. Last week was particularly rough, I woke up from a vivid dream where we were back together in bed, his body warm against mine again, making love the way only he ever could. When reality set in, the coldness of my sheets hit me hard. It was then that I felt it all over again: the loss, the loneliness, and the profound ache for something that can never be restored. Just writing about it now makes my chest tighten with a familiar sorrow.