Blogging is two sided. I write for me, and I write for you. If it was only for me I would mark it as a private diary entry. Sometimes I hit a nerve and someone will send me an email or leave a comment.
I have been enjoying my own place and putting off going back to the house to deal with the den/office. Being back at the house is like a field full of unexploded and hidden mines. L is still in town and she promised to help me. We were in the process of throwing away a bunch of old paper and she said, "I told Dad he should get a shredder and he is going to get one." Bang! There goes one now. I said that I tried to tell him that we needed one and he said they were too noisy and we didn't need one. "Why will he listen to you and he wouldn't listen to me?"
After awhile I said that one can't help the way they feel, and sometimes feelings change. What I have the hardest time forgiving, though, is his assertion that he wanted to stay married while building a new life without me. I wasted so much time waiting for things to get better, to go back to normal. We each lied to ourselves and each other. I should have packed my bags as soon as I knew his feelings had changed.
So I am mad at him for not being honest and mad at the way I put myself in this position. I am sorrowful at wasting time, years, waiting for the bad patch to be over and laughter to begin again.
Tomorrow, today actually, is another day. We have some more sorting to do. I want to be able to look at the stuff as stuff and not assign an emotional value to anything. I want to walk in, do what needs to be done, and leave.
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