Dec 22, 2007 13:02
It's weird. Really weird. And it hurts, just a little bit, though I did this. I chose this.
I sit on the end of the bed, my bed now, staring at the drawers in the dresser sitting open, empty. I toss a blank glance over at the closet door hanging open, the inside stripped clean.
Well. She said she'd come and get her things. I just, I don't know, I just didn't realize the impact it would have on this space. And did she spend most of the night moving her things? And where the hell did she move it all?
I let out a long breath, scrubbing a hand slowly down my face, before I get up and quietly shut all the dresser drawers on what was her half.
There. Fine. Move on. You already have. He's coming over. Tonight.
So weird.
I grunt and snag my pager off the top of the dresser, flipping it open. I pause a second, before typing out a message to Jordan: Can you give me a call? Or drop by? Need to ask a favor. And I so know that's not top on her agenda to grant me, but damn it all, I'll beg for her to take the kids tonight.
I toss a look back over at the bed. Maybe I'll go shopping this afternoon. Have been meaning to buy a new comforter anyway...
cox,
jordan