UPDATE 6pm Wife comes over and asks if I still have some of her things, such as her bibles, etc. She exclaims that I should give them to her since I have no use for them. She also adds that she has given me my stuff, so I should do the same.
Uh helloooo...I don't think you have -- you haven't given my time with our son back.
Here's the funny thing, she found a pack of her old med-school homemade flash cards I have stored in the garage and took them. But you know something? I don't think she remembers that when she moved out of our home, she actually dumped the cards in a garbage bag and placed them in our office paper bin. Lucky her that I had the sense to keep them.
Anyway, we couldn't figure out where her "things" are, so I told her that I'm about to go through the garage soon and organize it, so if I find her things, I'd set them aside. (Do you think it's bending over backwards too much? I was trying to be genuinely helpful.)
The more I think about it though, I remember donating quite a lot of her things a year ago, so we'll see what I can find.
As an aside, my soul and heart is going through some tumultuous times -- two nightmares about my wife over the weekend kinda does that to you. The second one was either a dream or a nightmare. In it we finally got a point where we said let's start from scratch. Towards the end of it, I strongly recall her turning around and saying: "I love you, Alamo". Then we kissed like we never kissed before. I also recall how strong my emotions were in the dream and when I woke up, which were a mixture of extreme happiness and sudden sadness.
