Diggin up Bones
For a year and a half I’ve put off going through pictures. And when I moved I boxed them all up, framed ones too and haven’t put any out in my new home. For one thing my much smaller place just doesn’t have the rooms or walls that my old house did. For another…of course the pictures of the kids and grandkids will eventually find a spot, but the boxes of my past are the ones I’m avoiding. It’s the ex pictures that I’m avoiding. I have them all. All fifteen years of our life together are piled in neatly stacked boxes. I kept them all. During an argument, about the time I boxed and bagged all his things and threw them in the garage, I said I’d give him some of the pictures. He shouted back that he didn’t want them, that I could keep all of his personal stuff. I know he said it out of anger, that he would really like to have all of his fishing and golfing pictures, but I took him at his word. They are now mine. And so now what do I do with them? As my personal property I could scan them and use them on my blog. Why? I’ve given this a lot of thought. Now that the hurt and anger has passed I’ve forced myself to focus on the good things about our relationship. We had a lot of good years together. We had a lot of fun and happy times. And since this blog will eventually be read by my children I want them to know me, my life and not just remember the break up and sad times. So, as time rolls on you may see pictures of my ex and even some of us together.