From Treasures To Trash

This past Friday I went back to my old "home" to retrieve some belongings I'd left behind and my ex had lovingly saved for me.  C went with me to help lift the heavy memories my ex didn't want me to lose. 

I walked up to the house, opened the door and my heart sank.  There were no obvious treasures, just junk.  He had piled up garbage and packaged it as memories. 
 
The first box I opened had a picture of me and my matron of honor at our wedding.  How sweet!  The second box was Christmas decorations.  "Our First Christmas Together" ornament was on the top.  The next box made me even sicker.  Things in that box had yard sale tags on them.  I got left over yard sale items!  Trash not treasures.  Even the things he saved for our daughter were laughable.  I just cried.
 
The mental image of him and his "treasure" putting these things in a pile and laughing at the thought of me returning to my house to get them was too much.  C was upset that I was upset.  He asked me what I expected.  I didn't expect that.  I could never be that mean to another human being. Especially to someone I loved at one time. 

I did find some pictures of my daughter and some of my favorite books from my childhood.  That was nice, but it didn't take away the hurt.  I didn't leave him, he left me.  Why does he have to be so cruel?