Today is the day I think my heart needed. I received 101 pounds of clothes and belongings that my ex-boyfriend had kept from me for reasons unknown to anyone but him. For over TWO YEARS.
I don’t know what prompted my reaction, but when my boss told me who sent the boxes, instead of crying, I laughed. I honest to God laughed out loud. I think I laughed out of sheer shock.
I will never understand why he did what he did to me two years ago or why he waited so long to return my what was mine, but inside I finally feel like I get to choose. I get to decide what to keep, what to throw away, and what to donate. Freedom of choice is a powerful thing.
It’s astounding how 101 pounds of stuff that doesn’t really matter has lifted a huge weight off of my heart.
I have tears of joy in my eyes. I have closure. I have control. I’ve got this.