All done, completely moved out of the house. All that remains is the closing tomorrow.
It was / is strange. We are now at a place that Mason has never been. We’ve got all of his stuff boxed up and in the spare bedroom. It’s just there. My wife and I pulled out of that driveway yesterday evening for the last time. It was there, as I put the truck in gear, that I had one of those “moments”.
Here we are moving on with our lives. Here we are living in a place that Mason has not lived. We have left Mason’s home. How CAN we move on?
I just don’t know. I’m more angry and bitter now than I have ever been. I don’t want to be. I’ve got a son on the way and I’m prepared to be the best father I can be for him. But all that is on my mind is how we are leaving Mason. How he left us. How it’s not getting any better.
Just a bunch of crazy thoughts in my head. It’s almost like “white noise” from an old tv. I can pick up on things, but it’s like static. In my brain.
Hard to describe. I wish I could put it into words, but it just ain’t happening.