2.04.2010

breakin' up is hard enough

I recently went through a break up. As vague as that sounds, it is truthful. It was recent and it was a break up of a relationship. Very mutual. And ended as well as any ending of a relationship can end.
But, this is my first relationship and my first breakup. Naturally, I am no good at this. It's a very drawn on process. There is that awkward conversation you have with your sister, mom and close buddies where they listen to you go on and on about how okay you are and blah blah blah. And it happens over and over, and after a while, you kinda believe it.
There is also the memorabilia you accumulate over the course of however long you were together. Pictures, tshirts, inside jokes, notes, the list goes on. What do you do with those things? Do you put them in a box and keep them for the rest of your life? Does that make you a hoarder? Or do you throw them out and c'est le vie?
Lastly, there are the possessions left behind. Specifically theirs. I could care less about the black tank top from forever 21 or whatever. But, staring at your socks on my floor is getting really heartbreaking. They smile up at you like, remember when these came off? HA! And now they are there. You can't just throw out socks, people need those. It's winter. So, he might want them back. Which provides another problem... how? Do I send them Fed Ex style with a little note like "Here are your socks back"? Do I actually throw them out into the garbage or donate them to the Salvation Army? They are socks for God's sake but I am baffled. I honestly don't know what to do with them.
So, they sit there, smiling up at me.
Maybe I will hide them under my bed and hope they shut up.