When W and I separated it was me taking stuff out, what a painful time that was. I remember the day before taking things out of the cabinet I was taking, the kids arts and crafts projects, family photos etc. I'd do one shelf, sit down and cry then get up do the next one. I had my brother come over to be with me on moving day in case I fell apart. I didn't, but it was such a horrible feeling knowing that the neighbours were watching as my stuff goes into the moving van. It's a public display of failure or that's how it felt. My point, be glad it's not you having to move stuff out!
