There’s
nothing that feels better than getting rid of all that junk in your
basement, attic, all over the house. I’m a compulsive clutterbug, I
haunt yard sales and buy stuff I don’t need, will never use, but can’t
resist. Today I put together about ten bags of old clothes, shoes,
pocketbooks, books, kids clothes, coffee tables, end tables,
coffeepots, chairs, and god knows what and schlepped them all over to
the Woodstock Jewish Congregation yard sale.
This reminds me of what I got rid of when my husband left. I gave
him his clothes and a few odd pieces of furniture, plus a couple of art
prints he likes and one that his mother gave us which was by a known
artist and was quite valuable. Everything else in the house I saw as
mine. I didn’t feel that anything really reminded me of him since I
was the one who had chosen everything. He never participated in
decorating or actually shopped for anything. He did however, criticise
everything I bought and did in the house. I will never forget our
first house, I was working with our carpenter to renovate the kitchen
and my husband started yelling that the place I’d decided to put the
window was the wrong place. He had no idea what he was talking about
but I had to have a huge argument with him about it which ended in his
sulking and me being furious for days. Then of course, as usual, I
just put the window where I decided it should go, which of course was
the perfect place. This is the kind of thing we argued about all the
time.
Today I got rid of tons of junk, including some nostalgia about my marriage.