Carolyn and I moved six times within a span of the same number of years. We’re no strangers to packing our stuff, and this isn’t the first time I’ve seen empty rooms; rooms that were once full of life and vitality.
It didn’t really strike me until today how empty the house feels. I’m not talking about Carolyn being gone - I’m talking about our stuff being gone. After eight years of marriage there was a strong sense of things being “ours”, and there wasn’t a lot of duplication. Hence - it’s impossible to separate without there being hug vacant spaces in the house.
The contents of the master bedroom could comfortably fit in the trunk of my car now. A few hampers, my clothes, and a portrait of Muskoka from a few years ago. Since Carolyn took Muskoka, we agreed that I could keep his framed portrait.
Time to get out of the house.
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Written on Sun, 14 October 2007 at 6:25 pm
Tags: loss, marriage, sadness, separation
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October 14th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
What a sad picture. Hope something a little more comforting finds its way to you soon.
May 11th, 2008 at 7:37 pm
I know I’m reading this way down the road beyond when it was written..
As I’ve said, your raw, emotional posts are the most powerful and I so enjoy reading them.
I’m glad that you’ve found it a little easier to put one foot in front of the other in recent weeks. I’m elated that you still have hope, and that you BELIEVE there is happiness waiting for you on the other side of this divorce thing. There truly is.
On a final note, this picture really got me, and I just had to interject ..
When my whatever moved out in February, he took much of what he’d originally brought into the house. There is one totally empty corner in my apartment that disturbs me most of all.. in
ourmy bedroom, where his computer desk used to be. I really need to get another piece of furniture to put there. It jostles me every morning.Thank you for sharing your writing with us.
Ang