The documents from my divorce were on my doorstep when I awoke this morning. Sent by my attorney, they now reside in the garage of my new house, part of the jumbled mess of my recent move.
That's them on the left looming over Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. Odysseus’s adventures in the Odyssey alone spanned ten years. He was held as a sex slave by a witch goddess, battled to escape a one-eyed man-eating giant, suffered relentless temptation by the deadly Sirens, journeyed to Hades and back, and fought a terrifying sea monster. It's a helluva read.
My divorce lasted almost five years and was its own kind of hell. But c'mon. How about some editing?
6 comments:
It IS ridiculous. Jesus.
It is fairly disgusting. Mine drones on and on, and the papers and all their meaness are endless. I am mad because I can't take the things I love with when I move, but I have to find a way to bring all that negative crap with me, just in case...
That is not a good housewarming gift in my opinion, however you could bake a few mussels or clams in a pinch.
That's such bullshit. Isn't there something we can do with those boxes? Do you really have to cart them around? How about a plot in the ground with an appropriate tombstone?
How long do you legally have to keep all that stuff? It might be worth putting all that negativity into storage somewhere off of your property. Just for the peace of mind.
I agree with Joan
that stuff DOES have negative energy
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