Yes, I am going to the hospital to talk with the therapist and her, to lay it out once again. But, not that thought. I don't like that kind of confrontation, but it must be done, again.
No... another thought......
I need to pack my stuff and get it out of the house. Now would be good.
She will be coming home eventually. I should not be there when she does.
I have to balance the pain she'll have of coming home to find some of my things gone, against the pain of her being there while I am moving it out.
She would have to be physically restrained I think.
I awoke, looked at the bookshelf next to the bed, and told myself "You are going to want those books..." Then I started thinking about what I will want to take..... and that I needed boxes.... and a storage area to park everything in... and...... and......
Books, tools, clothes, books, computer backups, books, more tools, and some books. Everything else can stay.. to be sold... burned... whatever. Great big yard sale and they can keep the money.
In fact, she can have my share of the house. My share of the cabin. My share of everything.
I guess I better rent a storage bay someplace. Maybe I can live in it too.
DAMN.
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Yeah, it was a little easier to just open the door and throw all 14 of "his" things out of it. I did have to threaten to throw gasoline on them before he picked them up out of my yard, but, eventually he did. Shortly after I left the gas station.....
Take it slow and try not to get overwhelmed.
You are so in my thoughts and in my heart as your (almost similar) situation is still so fresh in my own.
Have a beautiful day today.....filled with peace and quiet.
Much~
Sounds like a wise move. Would make it easier for all.
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