just a couple things
random things that are on my mind:
1. my little sister is kind of a bitch. seriously. i'm moving in a week in a half and i started packing bit by bit over a month ago. that being said, when my sis came to visit me over a month ago, she left her shoes and made it a point to tell me to pack them and not to throw them away. so i did and i have taped the shit out of the boxes. well, she's coming back and i just got finished being screamed at because i told her i would not untape all my bedroom boxes to find her shoes. the kicker...she has another pair just like them but she says these ones are more comfortable. this she screamed at me for 15 minutes...this is what she has to worry about in life. get some fucking perspective.
2. so, i'm packing and today i found the picture box. the box that has all my wedding pictures. my perfect wedding without the perfect marriage. it stung. the memories stung. then, i saw the pictures of me and jamie. the man who i loved more than i thought was possible. piles and piles of pictures of me looking happy and him looking so handsome. pictures of us laughing and cuddling during all the good times. pictures of him trying to give george his first bath. fleeting images that i worked so hard to banish that now are vivid. so vivid and real that i can almost smell it. him. us. i feel so heavy and full. my body is flinching in pain from those memories.
and, so i pick up my tape to seal the box.
1. my little sister is kind of a bitch. seriously. i'm moving in a week in a half and i started packing bit by bit over a month ago. that being said, when my sis came to visit me over a month ago, she left her shoes and made it a point to tell me to pack them and not to throw them away. so i did and i have taped the shit out of the boxes. well, she's coming back and i just got finished being screamed at because i told her i would not untape all my bedroom boxes to find her shoes. the kicker...she has another pair just like them but she says these ones are more comfortable. this she screamed at me for 15 minutes...this is what she has to worry about in life. get some fucking perspective.
2. so, i'm packing and today i found the picture box. the box that has all my wedding pictures. my perfect wedding without the perfect marriage. it stung. the memories stung. then, i saw the pictures of me and jamie. the man who i loved more than i thought was possible. piles and piles of pictures of me looking happy and him looking so handsome. pictures of us laughing and cuddling during all the good times. pictures of him trying to give george his first bath. fleeting images that i worked so hard to banish that now are vivid. so vivid and real that i can almost smell it. him. us. i feel so heavy and full. my body is flinching in pain from those memories.
and, so i pick up my tape to seal the box.