I think it's time for me to start putting things away that belong to Bill.
He isn't coming back after all.
His clothes are hanging on the rack in the bathroom. Why?
Maybe I haven't been able to face the fact that he really isn't going to come
through the door ever again yelling WOMAN!
His slippers and a pair of shoes are sitting in front of the closet like they've been
for a year and a half.............just waiting.
It's terrifying to realize that I'm alone without the part
that made me feel complete.
Somewhere deep inside of me I need to find the me that came before him.
But that was so long ago.
