Am shifting house today. Everything is in chaos. We are dismantling an entire life, breaking it down, separating items into piles of what stays and what goes, which should be kept and which should be trashed, which still has value, which makes sense to pack and shift all the way to the new place, and which items didn’t make the cut.
I wonder if he did this with our marriage, if this was the way he thought, when he broke everything down, when he destroyed everything that we had. And in deciding what is worth keeping, he just thought, none of this is worth it. Everything can be thrown away. Nothing matters but that he can travel light.
