There's lots of stuff here that I have to sort through. I haven't even unloaded the car from the last time Rich used it.
When I type it, it sounds so silly, but it doesn't feel it.
There's a lot of clothes on the bed too. For now, they'll go in the ottoman, until I think what to do with them.
There's a box of shoes, a bag of socks and pants, and all kinds of other bits and pieces, let alone actual items.
There's just life. There's just our lives, all around me, and I have to make it back to my life again.
And I should start soon. No-one else is interested or has said what they want or need, so it's up to me.
I'll find a way - I have a gorgeous son to carve a new life for.
I just wish I wasn't having to do this, that's all. Just wish he was home.
It should be about now, and it never will be.
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