Memories...?

Thank god I set aside these days to clean house or closets etc -
Being the pack rat that I am, I found all these cards, birthday, Christmas, anniversary cards, from Rob to me...Ive kept them all these years as my little memories...This morning they found their way to the trash. He had given me a stuffed "animal" - 2 lions I beleive they are, holding a heart, that reads, "I Love You" - I tore that heart out of their "paws" as he didnt really, regardless of what he says...
Little things, here and there, linger from my time with Rob..Id have to do a floor to ceiling, wall to wall clean up in order to rid this place 100% of that slag.
Unfortunately the odd thing still creeps up on me...But as I am, I had to read these blurbs in these cards before they ended up in the bin.
Funny - I recall the odd card, bringing a tear of joy at the time, a tear of happiness..Today as I re-read some of them, I uttered, "what bullshit" -
The best way to describe his scribblings is just that, bullshit.
What went through my mind as I read them was, thinking, that as he wrote those words, he was covering for all the crap he had done, prior to those occasions.
The "rough couple of months" as he wrote...what could he be talking about?
The year on the card was 2001 - Yet another drama filled year??
The only thing that comes to mind if I have to think of 2001 - well off the top of my head at least, was our trip to London. That's the trip where I think it was twice, if not 3 times that I left Rob. He followed of course like a good puppy, but I was pissed at his boring ideas of fun. We were in our hotel room by 9pm and I had had enough by the end of the holiday. I remember that year we went in June. There was the Trooping of The Colours at Buck House. We attended that but when that ceremony was over, I stormed off, he kept up but I had nothing to say to him. Earlier in the week while in pub, I did the same thing. The pub was just off Oxford St. I could tell the way the conversation was going, that I should expect more of the same. No nights out in London, no "fun" nights in London. So I may as well have gone on my own. I could care less at that time, that I had left Rob. He was never far behind so no real need to worry but none the less I took off. I recall as early as our holiday in Cuba, my storming away from him. He has such a lame idea of fun. I would love to speak to the next poor sod that dares to venture outside the city with him - forewarn them, that if they re looking to have a good time, to go with someone else.
Every card I went through, earlier today, I remembered something bad about the situation or the year itself. It all sucked. Funny what you put up with.
It was easy to stop caring for, or loving Rob, as there is no substance to that creature.
Speaking of birthdays and what not - Today is my little nieces 3rd bday. Im forever glad she will not have to get to know Rob - When she gets a bit older, there will be no memory of Rob to her, so that is nice to know. I wish I had the same "lack of memory" as a 3 year old, as I would give up allot to erase the last 16 or so years I knew that slag, Rob -