At least that is what I keep telling myself.  My divorce has finally come to an end and my husband will be moving out in a few days.  After a very emotional ten months of back and forth and lawyers and court dates we have reached  the point where we are actually going to be able to move on with our lives. It is a positive thing and way overdue.

Now comes the part where we start splitting up all the household stuff.  First let me say that I don’t believe there is anything worse than fighting over a dish or a picture especially when you have kids involved.  It is all replaceable and it is just stuff , right?

One thing I have discovered is that it may be just stuff but that stuff is a symbol of 21 years of our life together. Even though we are both ready to move on splitting up all the things is just a very visual remainder of how we are dismantling our lives and those of our children.

It’s strange to come home and see an empty spot where a piece of furniture that you remember buying and that you have been dusting and looking at for years is just gone.

I keep telling myself that it is just stuff and it is, but I also have to take a moment to be a little sad that the life I knew is changing.