It all started with the boots. The fabulous, flat, over-the-knee boots that I found (on sale!) at David Z. And I just had to have 'em... along with a few other items that I love!
When I got home that day, I didn't have any space in my closet to put my new love (ie: the boots) because my closet was a hot mess.
I'd broken up the ex about a month-and-a-half earlier and became a single mom. I was in the process of cleaning out the huge, walk-in closet that I shared with Aiden, and transferring Aiden's clothes into the closet that his dad once used. But I never quite finished the job. It was only half done and my/Aiden's closet was one huge mess.
I didn't want to just throw the boots down in the closet because, well, that's no way to treat my new boots.
So I cleaned out my closet.
Then I cleaned out Aiden's new closet/ his dad's old closet.
But then my bedroom needed to be cleaned (to go with my clean closet and all). So... I cleaned my bedroom. And bought a brand new comforter set. Love it!
Soon it was time to tackle the rest of my cozy apartment.
I painted the kitchen a brand new color that pops and adds just the right amount of flavor, and purchased new floor mats, table mats, and curtains to compliment the new color. Nice!
I shampooed the living room carpet and bought new toss pillows for the sofa, along with updated wall art... all by my lonesome. POW!
But in the corner of the living room, where my ex's stereo system used to be, was a huge EMPTY space.
And on the entertainment stand where the 46" television once was stood was another huge EMPTY space.
For a month-and-a-half, I'd done nothing with that space. Nothing.
I let it stay that way, which is NOT like me. Trust me on this: my type-A, everything-has-to-be-perfect personality forces me to have things neat and in order in every aspect of my life.
But I guess I was in some sort of a post-break up funk. I guess I really had to let it sink in that it was truly over. I guess I had to feel the loss -- and the huge empty spaces -- mentally, physically, emotionally...
Break-ups suck. Big time. And no matter the circumstances surrounding the breakup (we were totally incompatible), who initiates the breakup (that would be me), or how relieved I am that it ended (believe me, I am), they still suck.
There's always some sense of loss, some realization that yeah, it's REALLY over. For me, it was not being able to leave Aiden with anyone while I run to the store really quickly, or go down to the laundry room to put a load in, or take a shower, or fill the empty spaces...
The empty closet that once belonged to my ex? Now it belongs to Aiden.
The empty space in the corner of the living room where his stereo system once stood? Aiden's second bookcase and animal farm now occupies that space.
The empty space on top of the entertainment stand where the television once stood is now occupied by the new television that I purchased. Can you believe Aiden and I went an entire MONTH without watching tv?! Whew! Glad THAT'S over! I need my Law and Order SVU... and Sex and the City... and Grey's Anatomy...
The empty space in my daily schedule? Thankfully, I started going back to the gym 3-4 times a week after a month long hiatus. And I started really talking to and spending time with friends. And living life, instead of going through the motions of everyday mundane living.
The empty space in my heart... where I thought I had to overcompensate for the sense loss that I felt and be this perfect mother to Aiden. That was leading me straight downhill so I'm glad that's over too. Now I strive to be the good enough mother.
That makes me happy and Aiden happy as well.
Little by little, room by room, I began refilling the spaces in my house. And my heart. And now that that's happening, I can't even remember what was there before.
Funny the way life works...