I Was Bad

I did a very bad thing this afternoon. It took place in my garage with the door shut so my neighbors couldn’t see or hear.

I looked around and I had to do it. I couldn’t hold myself back. I was desperate. I knew I was putting myself at risk. There would be heavy breathing, pushing, shoving, moaning, but I couldn’t control myself.

I started slowly at the top. I slid my body up and felt my way around. Then I did the unthinkable, the stuff that only other women do.

I touched my husband’s stuff in the garage. But this time around it wasn’t pleasurable. It wasn’t exciting.

Instead I found old paint brushes and then new ones in the front of the old ones (because he couldn’t find the old ones), HDMI cables, light bulbs, papers and folders from 20 years ago, more rags than we could use in our lifetimes combined, electric cords, bungee cords, water bottles, etc…. In other words a mess of junk.

That space is needed for so much more important things. I threw away a lot but saved things for him to go through later. Then I felt like I was hit by a ten ton truck. I rested after taking my meds. When he came home we got into an argument but it was worth it. I made room! Now he can start emptying out more of the clutter in our house. Job well done.