Cutting The Rob Umbilical Cord....Nice!

This weekend is a busy one, so I probably wont be on here til late Sunday unless I can sneak in sometime before hand. Yesterday I carted off some stuff for a garage sale. I posted allot of stuff onto craigslist as well. Offers are flowing through which is good. There's this print that was Rob's and he left behind. Its an Audrey Hepburn print. I was originally going to keep it, until I came up with my own idea as to what I want hanging over my bed, in my new place. At the same time I want nothing of Rob's in my new place. There is the one print over the sofa that the idiot bought while I was away once. No doubt those "gifts" he bought while I was away, was due to guilt and figured probably that with new furniture and things, I would gloss over what potentially happened while I was away. He isn't that swift as I always caught on. My new life starting in my new apt next month will be Rob free. Everything in my apt will be 100% Franco. I'm sure I'm to find a few pissy things that have filtered across to my new place, but they too will be discarded upon entering my new habitat. As nervous as I am, as Ive mentioned, excited as well, the best part is that my new place wont have any Rob drama attached to it like Regal Rd. Although Rob put pretty much no effort or input into this place, its still littered with memories of him. I used the word littered, as Rob is 100% trash and I don't live that way. Yesterday, for that garage sale, I got rid of my Christmas tree and all the fixings. I kept some sentimental things, none of which were given to my by Rob, but by my mom or aunt. The next time I decorate for Christmas it will be all of my own doing and purchasing. Putting up the tree we both enjoyed over the years, is now a thing of the past. I don't want to enjoy any holiday, looking or admiring something that Rob and I shared. That part of my life is dead. This purge of sorts is sort of bringing me back to the life I want. Simple. Rob always wanted to, and I'm sure still does, want a grand life. I'm not like that and never have been. Clearing shelves of things I didn't want in my home, but kept because of Rob, is therapeutic and part of the "cleanse". Walking into my new home, once I'm all settled in and what not will be so much of a relief. I can start the next part of my life which is completely me, on my own, independent! That is probably the most exciting thing. I think the best is yet to come and without Rob. Throwing away his ornaments or his stocking is a thrill for me. He is gone! I remember last Christmas while throwing up a few festive decorations, I found the Christmas ornament my mom got him, with his name scrawled in glitter..I went out on the balcony and put a hammer to it. Not in some violent aggressive manner, I just wanted it to be thrown in the garbage. But feeling the drop of the hammer against that fragile glass was as well therapeutic and brought on thoughts of release, letting go...cutting the cord. That's just it...its what Ive managed to do...Cutting the "Rob" umbilical cord!! Nice!
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