So I finally gave New Boo an ultimatum. He's got to get his stuff from my house.
It's been a month and he's made no moves to get his belongings. I know it's only because he knows I won't throw the stuff out. I have been making small strides toward it, though. His toothbrush and shower sponge are gone. But I'm not mean enough to get rid of his things.
So I told him that he needed to get it out this week. Unbeknownst to him, I'm off after today. He claims he won't be able to get it until next Monday. Ugh!!!
One more week with New Boo's things packed neatly in my closet.
In other news, one of the places we used to go -- that we discovered together -- got blown up last year in the East Village explosion. Now they're crowdfunding to open again.
Between that tidbit of news and what I'm having to do about his stuff, I'm drowning in tears again.
I know that this grief thing is a process...but I really do wish it would go faster...
It's been a month and he's made no moves to get his belongings. I know it's only because he knows I won't throw the stuff out. I have been making small strides toward it, though. His toothbrush and shower sponge are gone. But I'm not mean enough to get rid of his things.
So I told him that he needed to get it out this week. Unbeknownst to him, I'm off after today. He claims he won't be able to get it until next Monday. Ugh!!!
One more week with New Boo's things packed neatly in my closet.
In other news, one of the places we used to go -- that we discovered together -- got blown up last year in the East Village explosion. Now they're crowdfunding to open again.
Between that tidbit of news and what I'm having to do about his stuff, I'm drowning in tears again.
I know that this grief thing is a process...but I really do wish it would go faster...
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