Separation

I became a loser when I had to leave my home of seven years. The very memory brings tears to my eyes. The thought is devastating- I have to go leaving behind my home, my child and my in-laws. The sight of these rooms makes me cry including the floors you have scrubbed and the nooks that your hands cleaned. 

You sigh at the sight of the well-kept kitchen and what I see are the necessities of everyday life—including coffee, sugar and bread.Yet tucked away among these ordinary things are remnants of old emotions: the daily activities of a housewife toiling in the kitchen and scrubbing the floors and kitchen utensils. 

The memories from a dysfunctional family remain strongly etched in the memory and how one hated home in a general sense. In the beginning, married life was bliss but it became a pattern to repeat your dysfunctional family here.

And, you need to leave your home of seven years to go back to the home you disliked as a growing youth. What fills your mind is a sense of disbelief at the loss you have encountered and sadness at losing the home you had created.