While I felt relieved that one chapter is closing and another is starting, I suddenly felt terrified by the complete change of life and lifestyle I'm now facing.
It's as if it's all symbolic in some way.
I know I keep harping on about the rabbit dying, but we got him not long into our relationship - just around the time I found out I was pregnant.
With him passing, me leaving my comfortable part-time job, where my partner - or should I say 'ex' - also worked, him moving out and me starting afresh, it's all a little too much right now.
I feel it's all coming to an end and, in truth, hard as it may have been, I had never been happier.
I was settling in well to my future domestic goddess role and loved nothing more than caring for my family, making a Sunday lunch and settling down to watch a late-night Columbo.
There are so many things that weren't right, but I was prepared to work at it, you know?
I thought I had, in my sights, a future marriage and loving companion for the rest of my days.
That probably sounds a little sad coming from someone in her early thirties, but that's the way I felt.
I could never have imagined - or wanted - growing old with someone else.
The awful thing is that, now, it's entirely out of my hands and I just have to deal with it.
But that's the hardest part.
