Hey,

I have been unpacking. I have been crying as I come across bills and other forgotten papers from our last move three years ago. Its gut wrenching reminders if what used to be. Then i continue and the feeling goes away until the next card or ultra sound of picture of one of the pregnancies that did not make it. All the stuff from when W was into real estate and how I supported her with that. I pushed her into the work place. I was there for her for what ever she wanted to do and she went through five different types of jobs and certifications. She was finding her work self then.

I am emptying box by box. I have help coming to help me unpack and set up the kitchen and kids rooms.

I have soccer today.

I bought a couple of things for the house yesterday. one a large picture of a dog waiting by a door for its owner. Just need new things to look at that dont remind me of the old life.

I started a box for W. All stuff she should have. See all the boxes from past moves and unknown stuff came to my house for me to sort through. It these boxes, from the kitchen junk and papers and kids art,school work that are painful to go through.

I need to get through this stuff. I refuse to just put it in the basement like I have in the past. We have moved eight times in 12 years.

I dropped kids off, hugged then and barely said good bye to W. Had not made contact since.


Me late 30's
W mid 30's
T 15, M 10
S4, S7
ILYBNILWY June 2015
In house S July 2015
W rings off Oct 2015
My ring off Feb 2015
Separate houses June 2016