Today, my housekeeper came (yes she still comes occasionally, he would blow the money some other way if she didn't though I am prepared to live without it soon).
Anyway, this lovely woman took it on herself to take most of H's clothes and shoes and move them out of my closet or tucked away so that I don't have to see his things every time I go in there. Also, my things are nice and organized and neat and it felt so good I cried. Not because I'm that into my clothes but because it was a tiny step toward me having my own space and my own life. Bittersweet but good.
