As I was going through old photos, I saw lots of my ex and me in happier times. What is the protocol for dealing with these photos? I removed all of the visible ones in my house, but it feels wrong to throw them away. That was a huge and important part of my life. For now, they're put away but still intermingled with my regular family photos. Because he was part of my family. Sigh, I need a rule book.
I mostly kept my sadness to myself because I didn't want to rain on anyone else's parade and ruin their festive family celebrations. I checked in with two of my friends who also had their moms die. And a couple of my siblings. But not all because I didn't have the energy. Also, phones work both ways, fkrs. And they didn't check in with me. I'm sure they're mostly fine. It's been years. I'm feeling it because I had a recent loss, and every loss piles on top of each other like a goddamn emotional snowball.
I decided to make myself laugh and listened to the latest 2 Dope Queens podcast. That worked a treat. Those are some funny mofo's if you're unfamiliar.