I made the mistake of going through the bag. I knew there were some clothes in there, and I also wanted to make sure that there wasn’t anything that got left, other than the things I know about.
It was when I pulled out the underwear, which he had washed and folded, that the tears came. The first man to ever do my laundry, and I ran him off somehow. Jesus. Then, I pulled out the cotton nightdress that I had worn the last night I was there. It smelled like him. God help me, everything smelled like him, clean and fresh and home-y.
I really shouldn’t have done that.
Sorry… the last time someone told me stuff smelled like me they were shaking it while at the same time holding their nose. I’m guessing you’re not talking about the same thing…
No. You know you had to do it. You didn’t run him off. And if you somehow did, he was not the man for you. Believe me. I don’t care if he does do laundry.
Every girl does this. Cry it out, then cry some more. You’ll feel better soon.
You’re not stupid. You’re human. {{Hugs}}
I don’t think I would have been able top avoid opening that bag. It had to be done sooner or later. And I doubt you did ANYTHING to run him off. Sometimes shit just happens and it sucks!
Ron – Thanks for making me smile.
Ms. Moon – I know, I know. It’s easy to forget sometimes.
Vinomom – There haven’t even been that many tears since the first night, just unexpected ones.
ETW – Hugs right back.
Dish – It really does suck the big balls.