I have signed the contract and picked up the keys to our new home; a house that just me and the children will live in. I’m leaving behind a man I love to the depths of me; a man that I thought would be in my life forever. I’m devastated, but I know it’s the right thing to do.

The packing is well underway and sleepless nights are the norm. I have four more days before the final push. I’m dreading it. I know the pain is going to be unbearable, but there’s no avoiding it.

I don’t know what will happen next or what this new life is going to bring. I doubt it’s going to be the easiest thing, but it feels right to be making a positive move forward in mine and the children’s futures.

I want this new beginning to be an end to all that was – a fresh start. I want this to be the time in my life that I look back on and see that this was when I discovered who I really am.

An era of finding my truth.