I’ve been told that things will happen when I’m ready.
I think about removing my wedding ring (NOT EFFIN LIKELY) and my heart constricts.
I think about moving his clothes, and my gut aches.
I think about going into my craft room, where all his fishing gear is, and it’s like a physical barrier – I can’t get past the door, I can barely look in the room.
I think about trying to finish that cross stitch piece, and I want to vomit.
So when I’m ready, I’ll be able to look at these things. I’m not ready. I don’t know when I will be.
But those things are waiting for me.