I try to avoid talking about really personal stuff on this blog but Mike pointed out something that really affected me. While we were unloading the truck he came across a garbage pail filled with trash Sandy had left behind.
Normally I would have thought nothing of it and just carried it into the house but Mike is a more soulful man. He pulled me aside and told me it wouldn’t be “good” to take old garbage, belonging to her into my new place. At first I stared at him blankly and thought he was pulling the typical Puerto Rican hooky new age / santeria bullshit. But for some reason it made sense and I decided to take his advice.
As I emptied the trash I felt a lump in my throat and my heart grew heavy. Tears began to well up in my eyes and it dawned on me that it was totally over. The fairy tale college sweethearts every one admired were no more.
Until this point I surrounded myself with friends and family to help shield me from the reality of being alone.
Note: It seems a water pipe above my storage container sprung a leak and rained water down on my Thomasville $1300 dresser. Luckily I had insurance but as we all know collecting can be a long painful process.