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Started packing her things. Not clothes yet, just medication and other stuff.
Had to stop to cry. The realization she won’t come back is strong. I wish she would. Just sit there on the sofa, playing with her phone while I cook dinner.
Oh how I didn’t appreciate what I had before. I long for every minute we had, wish we had more. I’d trade everything I have to have more time with her.
Yes, as would I. I was so very happy with him, and was constantly trying to protect them as much as possible, because I know what losing someone is like. They made me unbelievably happy and feel so safe with them. I would always tell them how much I couldn't believe they were real. I'd worry about losing them, partly due to my paranoia from my dark past, and because I watched a lot of true crime. Then they are just no longer alive one morning and I still can't believe how everything happened!
Besides bagging up his shoes and some clothes that were laying around the house, I can't get rid of any of his things. The bag of clothes are in the garage, but most things are pretty much where he left it, even the clothes in the drawers, the toothbrush, etc. I have NO idea when I'll feel okay to move things around, but even then, it'll likely go into a drawer. The way I see it, their things are precious to me, because their existence was and always will be. Perhaps it's a little disturbing, but I will not pretend like they didn't exist and aren't important, even if they're not coming back. The office will stay the way it is, and I'll use the computer if I need or want to.
Also, it helps that I've had or taken an interest in a lot of their figurines, books and such, so those things will easily stay where they are always.
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Yes, as would I. I was so very happy with him, and was constantly trying to protect them as much as possible, because I know what losing someone is like. They made me unbelievably happy and feel so safe with them. I would always tell them how much I couldn't believe they were real. I'd worry about losing them, partly due to my paranoia from my dark past, and because I watched a lot of true crime. Then they are just no longer alive one morning and I still can't believe how everything happened!