The Closet

A few days ago I started going through things you left in the closet. Things not important to you anymore. Of course there is the clothes I've washed and hung. I left them there because you said you would return and we would be a family again...someday. Now someday will never come. There's magazines you insisted be saved, but have no importance to me. Wires, cables, and computer components of all sorts. I have not a clue what they're for, but you needed them.

All of these things, while they hold memories of us...together, they are not important. I continue the dig, because you've said the house is mine to do with as I will. I find much of the same, adding old shoes to the pile. My how you wore shoes out quickly. Then down at the bottom, at the very back, there is a box. I box full of video tapes. I know some of these contain the birth of our children, their subsequent birthdays, and Christmases we celebrated together. Which is which? I have no idea. Are some from an old job? Probably. How can I find out? Again, I'm at a loss. You took the video camera with you. Not the memories, but the memory maker. Something for you to make new memories and leave the old ones behind. Just like you left us.

Yes, I know. I know all about it. You're engaged. You didn't want me to know, but I do. You're starting a new family. You're going to take your all important memory maker and make new memories. At the very least a new wife. I wonder, will there be new birth videos? Probably. Probably sooner than later. All these new memories you will be making and all the old ones, us, me and the kids. We're in a box, on the floor, in the back of the closet.

So, now I have piles of discarded possessions. Things not important to you. I've decided to have a sell. A "Kicking Him To The Curb" sell. Everything goes. well, except the memories. Those I will keep, because you don't even remember that they exist.