It was the worst day of my life.
There was no smell of coffee greeting me at the top of the stairs.
There was no coffee waiting for me on the table.
In the kitchen, there was no coffee brewing, there was no coffee at all.
The darkest, saddest and coldest day of my life.
The day after my husband moved out.
I sat on the couch, confused, alone and devastated.
What would I do?
How would this work now?
How would I ever get past the heartbreak and the loss?
The pain and sadness overwhelmed me. It was almost too much. I fought back tears as I looked around the lonely, cold room.
The solution came to me as I sat there crying.
Go and buy yourself a coffee. Go and buy yourself a coffee.
Good. As. New.