Over the course of my marriage, I had collected a thing or two. My husband often teased me of not be sentimental, but he was wrong there- I held onto things that mattered most to me. Like cards. I have several cards from him. Our anniversary. My birthday. Mothers day. I kept these things tucked in my bedside table drawer so I could reference them easily. He had always been extremely thoughtful about those days...until he decided to leave me. Then suddenly I had a pile of cards that did nothing but cause me extreme pain and self doubt every time I saw them. These were once cherished memories. What was I to do with them? I opened my drawer in an unassuming manner one day and saw the collection of cards starring back at me. I couldn't handle the site of them. Call it spring cleaning, call it downsizing, what have you- I needed to be rid of these. I couldn't move forward holding onto a past life that no longer existed. Our relationship was beyond the point of redemption and knowing this I tossed the cards in the garbage. I instantly felt lighter. I had enough on my plate, I didn't need to be reminded of what once was. I would continue to put my energy towards the future- whatever that held.
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