Why Divorce (and other things) suck

I and so many people go through life matter-of-factly stating our tragedies. "Yea, he died when I was 13." "Mhm, she left us when I was nine." "I'm not sure what happened but...we don't really talk anymore." And then we just move on...like those sentences explain why it hurts.

And while yes, they are the root cause of a lot of the crap we've had to deal with, the pain is in the details. It's not until you're packing your things in boxes that you realize you don't know where home will be in a few months...so you start labeling them really specifically in the hopes you don't lose track of them. It's going to send a funny GIF to a friend you forgot isn't there anymore. It's remembering the small crawl space in the closet beneath the stairs in the basement was always the best hiding place for hide-and-seek that you mourn not being able to hide there now. It's realizing no one was there to teach you how to tie a tie, so now every time you're a little unsure. It's losing the security to "go out and explore the world" because that's only easy to do when you know there's home to come back to. It's finishing the TV series you started together, alone. We know when things are supposed to hurt us, but we realize they do when we least expect it. So I guess this is my permission slip, to know now it might not hit until later. And to have the self-grace for when it does.