My ex h and I each have a storage unit packed to the gills with items we don't have room for in our respective apartments since we split and sold our large house. Somehow I havent had the will to go and clean mine out in 2 years... until now. I guess it reminded me of him and our breakup too much.
But now, stable in my life, my living spaces in my own place and miss pixi's, and with 2 helpful strong bfs to help with the big stuff, I've been busting my ass to get my unit cleaned out. God knows I can't afford the $204 a month rental.
I've shoved some of the stuff I don't want over into the ex's unit. We've both got keys to each others' units, as there is no conflict about who gets to keep what.
I gave 2 Mission chairs and a coffee table to The Ginger. They need work and he's a woodworker so I am glad for the exchange!
I brought 2 1947 hutches that I'd inherited from my grandma over to miss pixi's kitchen, as she really needed more storage. I sold an antique school desk, donated the table that went with the hutches, donated many small household items, books, toys, clothing, etc. miss pixi is also getting rid of a lot of un-needed stuff from her place, as we've been going to thrift stores to upgrade our dishes and pots and pans. It's amazing how much dreck accumulates.
There is more to get rid of. There is an entire drum kit in my unit, that a musician friend once gave to my son (who has moved to playing guitar), a huge old broken rototiller, a dozen boxes of my daughter's books toys and housewares, a washer and dryer I've listed on Freecycle, my ex's old Nordic Track, a nice artist's easel and more! I am really motivated to get this all behind me by the end of the summer at the latest. Purging feels so good!
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
me: Mags, 58, living with:
miss pixi, 37, who is dating (NRE):