He’s erased me from his life on Facebook. (Duh, Meg, he’s erased you from his real life too! I know that; however, for some reason this feels different.)
The years of family photos, and photos of him and I, and ones of just me are gone.
I am trying to understand the moving forward.
I guess I just can’t fathom the erasing of the past.
Truth be told, it’s certainly not the worst thing he’s done to me.
But to think of this man, with whom I built a life, sitting at a computer just intentionally deleting images of me pulls the breath out of my lungs.
Who does that?
And why? Always why….