It's the feeling of being made involuntarily redundant from being needed. It hurts. The time will come, however, where you see your 'last one to go' happy with their own independence and you'll look back on that previous hurt. And it will still be there. Who wants involuntary redundancy? But it will get better, I promise.
keep away from all pubs this coming wednesday
it's not like we are ever going to use it. I don't miss messy bedrooms with dirty socks and clothes on the floor, I really like having the house free of their man caves and tidy, except when the grandchildren visit 

