I think we were all sick with nerves the next morning knowing Matt and Hannah were about to say their goodbyes. We tried to keep the mood light as we took Matt to meet his friend who was going to take him to the airport.
We pulled into the car dealership where our friend worked, and parked. The three of us climbed out of the car, dreading what was coming next. Sobs flowed freely as Matt and Hannah embraced. I cannot begin to describe the guttural ache in my belly as I watched on. The best picture I can paint is to say my heart was ripped into two as someone simultaneously delivered a hard blow to my stomach.
While it was incredibly painful to witness their goodbyes, I was secretly relieved that Matt was leaving. I looked forward to the temporary separation. Deep down I was saying my own goodbye to Matt and the dysfunctional life we’d built together.
But, confronting our home life would have to wait. I needed to spend the next few days focused on helping Hannah settle into her new home.