So this is the last week in the apartment. She got all but one small pile out today. Now its time to start throwing things away and packing up the small stuff. I'm down on my hands and knees cleaning the memories away. Owen spent all but one year of his life in this apartment. I threw away small things that brought back memories.
And then I found the wedding dress. I was contemplating putting it with the small pile she had or burning it. I took the civil route and put it on the pile. It would have been easier if she would have just said no the second time I asked her to marry her. When I told my father I was going to ask her to marry me again, he said I should have just lived with her instead. But of course, I always did the opposite of what my father said and asked her. He's the smartest man I know, and I never listen to him.
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