The toughest part of that old adage of what's yours is mine, what's mine is yours, is what happens when it isn't anymore? I know the conversation is going to come when we discuss who gets what. My initial desire of not wanting any of these memories is coming to an end. Now I just want what I need to survive plus a few things, here and there, that mean something to me.
Oof. It still feels like I am getting kicked on the chest.
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