I’m still angry, I still don’t know why someone would want to hold onto my photos, photos from before his time. Photos that he wasn’t apart of. Photos that mean something to me. I’ve stopped calling and texting for them back, at the time the refinance was more important (even that took 5 years after the D), but now I’m still angry, I think I always will be angry.
I’m angry that I lost part of time in photos, that I can never show my niece and nephew pictures of their Grandfather, their Great Grandmother and Great Great Aunts and Uncle. I can’t show them what it was like back then, I can only tell stories of the past. I’m angry that they were never returned to me.
Yet I learn now that when I leave a relationship even if its for a temporary ‘break’ take everything with me, leave nothing behind because the person you once trusted for all those years is mostlikely not trusting with your things.