A year ago when I packed up all this stuff I was excited. I was going to a new place and doing something to help with the problems involved with all that was going on. This time I'm splitting up all the household items, I have no idea when I'll be opening these again. It feels like I'm finally saying goodbye, I'm putting my old life away. Next time I open these boxes I'll be starting in on my new life, I hope. Not that I'm not excited about starting out with my new life, I just didn't exactly want this to be the way I was finding myself again. I didn't expect such a huge all encompassing change to occur, I feel like the little kid on the carpet who just got his tower of bricks knocked over and has to start building yet again.
Even with all that, even though I was so distressed, when The Shoulder called I felt a lot better. He let me cry and he spent the time trying to get me to laugh, which I eventually did. I have no idea what I would do without him, what I'm going to do when he is no longer just a moments notice away. I owe him more then I could ever repay, he duct tapes my sanity back together. I love him to death.
This is a huge step and I am glad that you had Dougie there for you. It is really hard to go through everything and know that it is his stuff. The memories will sting, but by doing this, you can begin healing, dear.
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