Yesterday we helped P clean his house so he can put it on the market this week. P and A are officially divorced, and that's just depressing. I was in charge of cleaning the kitchen, and as I scrubbed down the cabinets, floorboards, and appliances I came across a couple of little love notes written from A to P, presumably a long time ago. It was heartbreaking to see the remnants of their relationship.
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1 comments:
I can relate to that. I was going through some things in the garage, found a couple of items-- a poster J had given me back in college, and a photo I had taken of J and won an award for..and I started crying. I called S on her cell to have her come out and give me a hug. Thirty-one years aren't easily erased.
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