Wasted

When I got home last night I had a number of normal Monday night chores to do in addition to washing the Model Y which was pretty dirty.  As I was doing so I was looking around the garage at things that were organized to be taken by Cindy eventually as well as things that have been designated to be thrown out.  As I surveyed both collections and thought about stuff that already has been discarded as a result of the split, a dark sense of waste and sadness came over me.  I just felt like so many things that at the time felt good, exciting, and appreciated now have found themselves discarded or pushed into a corner, never to be cared about again.

The feeling of waste is painful and depressing, not only when dealing with material objects but emotional ones as well.