One of the ugly things in Piecing is when you stumble across those landmines - the remnants of the affair that your spouse leaves around the house, that you stumble on unwittingly. Like landmines, I guess it is just too difficult for them to remember where they all are and remove them? And like landmines, they can linger for years after the war.
Yesterday I found another one.
Mind you, it's been THREE YEARS since H's crisis. I wonder when I'll ever feel completely "safe" from the landmines in my own home?
Yesterday I was searching in our music cabinet for an instruction booklet for a recording machine we own. I found a notebook and opened it - to a song H apparently wrote about OW after the breakup. ("Once my every heartbeat was for you, now you've shown your true colors" - pathetic crap, really).
Now H and I are doing really well, but finding this old garbage still makes me nauseated. Maybe I should have just quietly thrown it away, but I made H come over and told him he needed to get this out of my house NOW!
I'm sure he'd long since forgotten he'd even written it. I just wish he'd remember where he's left all this stuff so I don't ever have to find any of it again!!!
