Feb. 10th, 2011 09:47 pm
[personal profile] thekyttn
For much of the afternoon and evening, I've been thinking of what I might post here. Now that I'm finally at a computer, I find my self too drained and my head hurting too much to write even half of it.

The townhouse has been on the market for almost a year. It is hard for me to remember that this is not the house that my beloved and I lived in, but a similar structure standing on the same slab. Even the tree that stood outside our bedroom has been removed.

Today I received and signed a contract for the townhouse. I desperately need to sell it, both because I can't afford to continue paying the mortgage and because it is time to let go. I still can't go into the neighborhood without approaching panic and/or feeling distinctly unwell. I think I've been by the house a total of 5 times since it was rebuilt, and only one of them willingly, when I thought I might somehow feel closer to Greg there (I didn't).

So the contract has been signed for an offer less than I hoped for, but more than I was afraid I'd have to accept. Which would be ok, because after all, it takes time to process things, and by the time closing rolls around I'll be used to the idea, right? Umm, no. They want to close next Thursday. One week from today. All that has to be done first is a home inspection and for the buyer to review the bylaws for the Home Owners Association. The HOA may be what does me in, but I hope not.

So a week from today, I may no longer own the home that Greg and I lived in from the time we were married until the day of his death. Just writing that makes me start shaking again.

It isn't our home. Hasn't been for over 3 years now. I don't know why it is so very hard to let go, when I KNOW it isn't our home and I KNOW I can't afford to keep it, and I KNOW I only hurt when I go there, and there is no good reason for me to fall apart over the sale.

Somehow it sort of feels like I'm giving up on him by letting go of the house, which is stupid, of course, because holding on the house isn't going to magically bring him back. If it would, I'd beg, borrow and steal to make it so.

A week from now, one more burden will be lifted from my shoulders. I wish it felt like as much of a good thing as I know it is.


Date: 2011-02-11 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It isn't our home. Hasn't been for over 3 years now. I don't know why it is so very hard to let go, when I KNOW it isn't our home and I KNOW I can't afford to keep it, and I KNOW I only hurt when I go there, All this is true

and there is no good reason for me to fall apart over the sale This is not. Change, any change can be emotional.

By the way, feelings have nothing to do with reason anyway.


Re: *hugs*

Date: 2011-02-11 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What he said!

Also, you put your finger on why it's hard to let go: The house represents a connection with Greg to you. It is not THE connection you have to him, but it is one connection, and so of course letting it go hurts and is difficult. This is ok. These feelings want and need to be acknowledged and permitted as part of the action of letting go of this.

It is, however, more than a connection to him - it is also a big drain and weight on you. If you can accept what it is, what it has been, and what it cannot be - it cannot make you be any closer to him, it cannot rewind time for you - then perhaps letting go may become a little less hard.
Sometimes, however, the right things to do are just that: hard. They're still right, though - and I'm sure Greg would encourage you to release this particular connection to him, hold on to the real one, and ease your burdens. It's worth releasing, and I hope you will soon feel the energy drain it's weight on you is ease and your life improve. *hugs*

Re: *hugs*

Date: 2011-02-11 04:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] gingicat
I can't improve on this lovely and wise answer. *hugs kyttn*

Re: *hugs*

Date: 2011-02-12 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You always know the right way to express things. Why aren't you a therapist?

*hugs* and thank you

Re: *hugs*

Date: 2011-02-12 09:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Umm... 'cause I don't always, only sometimes?
Hm. It's worth a consideration though, while I'm thinking about making changes in my life. :)

*hugs* & you're welcome.

Re: *hugs*

Date: 2011-02-11 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is wisely and beautifully said; I can but agree.

Re: *hugs*

Date: 2011-02-12 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You think by now I'd give up on trying to find reason in anything. *hugs* and thanks.

Date: 2011-02-11 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*hugs* I'm so sorry. All I can do is send you hugs and healing thoughts. I'll be thinking of you, especially next Thursday. I can't even imagine how hard this is for you.

Date: 2011-02-12 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, *hugs* I think it's getting easier - or I'm just getting numb. All the good thoughts I can get on Thursday will be much appreciated!

Date: 2011-02-11 04:17 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-02-11 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very sorry for your pain but hope you'll feel less stressed once everything has been settled.

Date: 2011-02-12 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you. At least the lessening of the financial burden should help, even if the emotional one is only changed rather than lessened.

Date: 2011-02-11 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No profound words, please know we love you and we will stand by you today, tomorrow and always. HUGS!

Date: 2011-02-12 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you *hugs* I hope I see you soon.

Date: 2011-02-13 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No, it's not the structure you and Greg lived and loved in but, being a similar structure on the same site, I can understand how it affects you the way it does. Part of it is probably its being in the same space, on the same site, and that brings back memories and emotions. Which, as maverick_weirdo has insightfully noted, have nothing to do with reason.

Something similar afflicted Lois after her mother died in 2000. Lois put much of her mother's possessions in a self-storage unit. An environmentally controlled unit. Because she couldn't bear the thought of her mother suffering from heat or cold. Not her mother's possessions, but her mother. After a couple of years, her grieving abated enough for her to recognize the difference and I moved the possessions to a regular storage unit.

It's easy for emotions to run roughshod over us humans. Happens all the time. I think you made a wise decision, and I wish you the fortitude to make it through the closing and start feeling at least this burden lift from your shoulders.

Ann O.



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