Losing a bad, energy draining person isn't a loss. Losing things is inconvenient but life goes on.
What I got out of it is priceless. New friends. Real ones. A new home. A nice one. And proof of the wonderful support my family gives me. I miss my teddy bear (and my underwear) but the mother that gave me that teddy bear is an amazing person that I still have in my life and who loves me. And I'll buy new underwear eventually. Until then I'll have to do laundry twice a week but that's a small price to pay for all the love and support I've been given.
I've been angry for a couple of days but it's already passing and it feels so good. It leaves room for love.
I think I am getting what I deserve. Love.