I Live In a Sexless Marriage
I am a sentimental saver. I have saved all of our cards from our wedding showers, from our wedding. I saved every greeting card I have ever received from my husband. These are cards from birthdays, Christmas, valentines etc. I have kept every letter and card he ever sent while he served in the Navy for 2 years. This is a collection of stuff, going back to the day we met, Nov 26, 1964. Bottom line, I had accumulated a small mountain of stuff. Boxes and boxes of pain
Whenever I would encounter these boxes, I would just get really sad and tear up. So, the other day as I was yet again rearranging these boxes of hurt, I said enough is enough All of this stuff needs to go.
The problem with keeping these mementoes is, it really is a documentation of all that should have been and never was. All of the "should haves", and "could haves", and all of the "would haves",( if given the chance of course) and my favorite, all of the "if onlys". All of these cards and letters are really just a very sad reminder of my disappointment in my married life.
Unfortunately, as if that is not enough, there is yet another problem with my collection. If someone came across this collection, they would get the wrong information. They could assume that the collection of letters and cards would be a lovely remainder of a long and loving life; whereas the actual reality being just so very different. Our life was the exact opposite, a long and unloving one.
Consequently, I decided to pitch the whole lot. It is out of here. All that stuff is in some land fill somewhere slowly rotting away. Too bad the husband isn't out there with it, but one thing at a time.
Whenever I would encounter these boxes, I would just get really sad and tear up. So, the other day as I was yet again rearranging these boxes of hurt, I said enough is enough All of this stuff needs to go.
The problem with keeping these mementoes is, it really is a documentation of all that should have been and never was. All of the "should haves", and "could haves", and all of the "would haves",( if given the chance of course) and my favorite, all of the "if onlys". All of these cards and letters are really just a very sad reminder of my disappointment in my married life.
Unfortunately, as if that is not enough, there is yet another problem with my collection. If someone came across this collection, they would get the wrong information. They could assume that the collection of letters and cards would be a lovely remainder of a long and loving life; whereas the actual reality being just so very different. Our life was the exact opposite, a long and unloving one.
Consequently, I decided to pitch the whole lot. It is out of here. All that stuff is in some land fill somewhere slowly rotting away. Too bad the husband isn't out there with it, but one thing at a time.