So much US left
Another day ...
There is so much us left in this house. As I begin to clear out "Our/My" Bedroom I falter, I come back to this computer, this site as through it will give me some strength to continue.
Most of the crap is mine now, just put it in a box sit it on the bottom of the steps, carry it upstairs until "My room" is painted. Fresh paint (fresh life?), not the color he painted the day after I commented Oh I like that color. But the memory of him on the ladder painting your new color is still there.
I am emotionally weak, how can that be after all this time? It is just useless clutter that you have allowed into your life not caring like I should. I need to get up and get started, again. The only thing that is in that room are items. Not horrors, although I pulled out wedding pictures as I pulled out clothes to be sorted through.
I am stronger I know that these 15 months have proven that.
Let me be stronger just a few more days until the room is empty and I can start over. Again and again it would seem...