it's all about the box

Day 7: Box up his crap

Coincidentally, I had the joy of delivering "the box" to Booya today...in it some stuff and the ring. Yucky. Georgie called and asked me to meet her so she could give his stuff back and I obliged...I then had to call Booya and tell him, and even though he knew it was coming, it still hit hard. In this case getting "the box" meant closure...the last of the stuff, the only remaining ties.

It isn't so simple when it is a 10 year marriage that produced a child. I never could just box up his stuff, send it back, and go on my merry way...it was OUR stuff, and no matter what, we will be forever tied. When DH and I started out we were both broke and had very little of our own stuff...almost everything I have now was accumulated during our marriage...not just the furniture, pictures, etc, but the memories...I graduated college after we met, traveled the world after we were married, grew up and became a mommy all with DH by my side...I can't discount that he was a major player in my life, and can't just box up all the shit from the last 14 years.

So what is a girl to do? Well...since I may be, once again, facing a move, and at yet another crossroads, I will spend the weekend packing. I won't be boxing up "his" crap in order to give it back or hide it from myself, but rather my crap in order to move on. I will have to take stock and pair down, and who knows what will stay and what will go, but hopefully by the time I am completely on my own, in a home that I didn't buy with DH, a single girl, the things that remain will only be reminders of the good times, and validate that our marriage was worthwhile and worth remembering.