I know this is a toxic, negative rant I'm on tonite.
Actually, I was thinking it all sounds quite understandable under the circumstances.
And re: the photos: everybody's different. Months ago, I sat in the garage and went through 4 large boxes of 17 years of photos. Painful. An admitted pity party. I then packed them up, stacked them up and taped a note to the top box telling the STBX, "I went through all of them. Thank you for having taken them (she was the photographer). Perhaps we should have looked at them and reminisced more together. Keep them or toss them as you see fit. I don't want any."
Too painful.
Last edited by Gardener; 04/19/1012:59 AM.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac