“Every moment that you spend upset, in despair, in anguish, angry, or hurt because of the behavior of anybody else in your life is a moment in which you’ve given up control of your life.”
~ Wayne Dyer
They tore down Angie’s old house today. She posted a photo with the top floor ripped off. It was all I could do not to cry. I went to work depressed. I thought about it all day. Worst of all, I wasn’t there. It was like someone had died. I came home and had myself a cry. It really was like someone had died. That house, with an Angie in it, was like a second home to me. We had a blast in that house. We laughed, we cried, we argued, we watched Katie grow up, we played music, we saw so many people we love walk through that stubborn front door that I can’t count them all. When I talked to Angie later in the evening, we talked about how it felt like someone had died (glad it wasn’t just me). Jerry proposed to her in that kitchen. She had to turn away when the front came down. It must have been so hard for her to watch, and that broke my heart, too. On the other hand, I wouldn’t trade the opportunity to have been in that house for the last 25+ years for all the money in the world. It gave me shelter when I was feeling low. It made me feel loved and necessary and appreciated. It welcomed me home every time I returned, no matter how long I’d been away. I will be always be grateful to that little house. And, now, the making of new memories begins. As Ang pointed out, I already broke in the new 2 Pony house for her. It’s time to get started on those new memories.
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