Today I was mad. Mad at all that my life was supposed to be and now wasn’t. I needed to clean out his dresser and nightstand in our bedroom. It wasn’t bad because I threw it in bags and would deal with it later. When I was done, I looked at the empty dresser and nightstand and it’s different without his stuff in there. It’s missing everything inside. It looks fine on the outside, but inside it’s empty. That’s exactly how I feel…empty. I haven’t been able to get rid of any of his clothes yet, so I have been moving them into the spare bedroom which was also his other storage area. I keep moving everything into that room because I’m not ready to give any of it and our life away yet, but I don’t want to look at it every second and be reminded of what I don’t have anymore. It’s too painful. It’s too unfair.I always leave the door to the spare room open though. Even as I move forward, I never want to close the door on the life and love we had.