I’ve realized I’ve been avoiding this room ever since that night my entire life shattered.

The couch was where we spent our first nights at our new home. I remember how excited you were at the time to sleep here finally.

The couch was where we told each other everything. That night forever changed our lives. Our secrets. Our thoughts. Those will forever be a part of our story.

The couch was also where my marriage ended that night. The fight. The insecurities.

Now I’m sitting here thinking what to do with it. The couch has the most sentimental meaning to me in my life and I can’t even stand to be in that room for more than a minute.

Edit: I donated the couch and a couple other items. 11FEB2021.