Posted by: effingwishes | November 12, 2011

Packed Up

You are ready. You say the words. You pay the charge an get your documents. You file the papers. You move out.
Now it’s time to go back an get what you want.

He can have it all.

Dozens of totes and boxes later… I thought I was letting him keep it all?

Being ready doesn’t stop the tears when you wonder if anyone bothered to get him a cupcake or anything for his birthday. A birthday isn’t a birthday without cake, ya know.

Being ready doesn’t stop the tears when you know he signed the forms without a fight. Without an I Love You.

But I’m packed and ready to start over. Any minute now…
Maybe after this glass of wine…
And a few more tears…

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