I can only speak for myself... I had hit a point in my sitch where it seemed to come to grinding stop. I, too, got weary of discussing the D with people. Rehashing it all was distracting me from my journey.
I got a drive by text the other day from my STBXW... she was looking for stuff from the house. I chose not to respond to the text. I found the tool she was asking about and I have packaged it up and is ready to send to her Dad. It isn't worth it to me to keep stuff just to have a sense of evening things up.
Yes, the monsters can only scare us if we let them.
“Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out” ― Art Linkletter
