Saturday, January 22, 2011

Purge

The dust has yet to settle around here, but for the first time in two weeks, I feel less like I am suffocating. It's something. I am in the middle of the big house purge. What do I do with the things left behind? Confronting my past in object form is not easy.

His closet is empty except for the tuxedo and shoes from our wedding, and the trenchcoat he wore exactly once, almost thirteen years ago when we got engaged on a frigid February night in New York. I laughed about the trenchcoat at the time; later, I learned it was the only coat he had that hid the ring box.




Or the big framed version of this photo?

I really don't know. I just know that I wish it were still this easy, and happy.

13 comments:

Suburban Princess said...

I dont think you should get rid of these things. They are a part of your history and part of the history your son now has.

I am sorry someone was nasty - sounds shady if you ask me!

msdarkstar2u said...

Do you have a parent (your mom or dad) who might hold on to the photo for a while?

I had a wedding album which I have since lost and it contains the only photo I have of my mom and my dad together. I regret having lost the album even though the marriage is long over.

If the tux is in good condition, you might be able to donate it to Goodwill.

It will get better with time. I know it doesn't seem like it right now, but it will. Remember to breathe (sounds stupid but is actually quite helpful).

Lori said...

Loving you....heart breaking with you and just loving you....

Kathy from NJ said...

Please save the big photo for Ethan, he will probably want it in 20-30 years. If your husband doesn't want the clothes or shoes, Goodwill would love to have them.

Terri said...

If that was all he left behind in the closet, what hurtful symbolism that is. I'm so sorry for that.

This part is not my business, so of course I'll write it anyway: I assume he sees E. At the next meeting, I suggest handing him the clothing. It's his. He needs to deal with it.

My parents divorced when I was an adult. I have their wedding photo on my "wall of fame" because if they hadn't married, I wouldn't be here. Granted, I was 40 before I hung it up, but it was my acknowledgment of their former union.

Lipstick said...

Oh dear...I need to catch up. I am so sorry that you are hurting. About to read some past posts. Hugs.

said...

My two cents? He left the tux and coat behind as a symbol of leaving the marraige. You don't need to keep them. Donate.

The picture? Keep. Your son will love to have it someday.

A big hug to you!

Terri said...

Just checking in. Sending prayers for comfort, peace, and strength.

Anonymous said...

‎"At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important, happily ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while..., once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away."
~ Zane Grey

BonBon Rose Girls Kristin said...

I hope things get easier for you sooner rather than later lady! At least you have that precious little boy. My hat's off to you. I was raised by a single mama and am stronger because of it!

highheeledlife said...

Hi my friend ... I don't have an email for you.. and you have been in my thoughts.. so I just wanted to let you know that you are not forgotten. I want to say I hope all is well .. but know that you are going through a challenging time ... remember to breathe. Thoughts, prayers and blessings ..xo HHL

Terri said...

Thinking about you...

Sandy said...

Some day.... not now... but some day you will be able to look at that photo and recall all those wonderful hopeful feelings of that day and be able to be at peace with it. For now, put it away.

I hope by the time you read this that the open wound of your heart is not still gushing and that day by day the pain of ending something that held such promise once is lessening. I have been where you are, and it is hard - no two ways about it. It fell to my friends to hold me up at times and while I am just a stranger to you, I am no stranger to the heartbreak.

Just know there is one more individual out here who is cheering you on to be the best you can be on the days you can be anything... and it will get better.