Waking Up Earley

Thoughts, Ideas and Inspiration by Melissa Earley

What Got Left Behind

When my ex-husband moved out he didn’t want to take anything that was ours. He also left large things that were his. His dining room table. His treadmill. Like a refugee, he left with the things he could carry. For months I was finding things that he forgot – books on shelves and clothes in the laundry.

I hate the treadmill. It mocks me whenever I walk by it. It’s an exercise deterrent. It’s big, ugly and loud. It’s the machine equivalent of the guy at the gym who grunts and sprawls across the mat intended to be shared. I never used it. I wanted him to take it. He insisted he didn’t have room. No, he didn’t want to store it. He thought maybe I would want to use it. (Was that a crack about my weight? He had always appreciated my curves).

I was jealous that he could make a clean break. A fresh start. A do-over. I was left to clean up the pieces. Dissolve the bank accounts, forward his mail, change the answering machine. He got to pretend our marriage was a bad dream. I had to stumble over the artifacts of our life together.

I put the photo albums and hanging pictures in a closet. I threw out the random socks that had been mixed in with mine. I gave his dining room table to our church rummage sale.

When you’ve been wounded and the pain makes it hard to even breath, it’s tempting to purge everything so that there’s nothing that sits on your heart when you look at it.   But the ink drawings over the fireplace are from our trip to Seattle when we got engaged. The Greek tablecloth is from our honeymoon. His mother purchased the delicate creamer and sugar bowl when she visited him in Ireland, where he lived for a year in his 20’s. A few years back, he and I drove circumference of the Irish isle. Those are good, if complicated, memories.

I was planning to sell the treadmill but then I used it last week. It was handy when I didn’t have time to get to the gym for a full work out. I huffed a prayer of thanks and forgiveness to him in my head for leaving it.

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10 Comments

  1. You have a gift for writing–thanks for sharing with all of us! Lora

  2. I like “Waking Up Early” Melissa. Thanks for being your raw, honest self, pain-filled and glorious self and for opening your soul to your readers. It is wonderful and I am grateful.

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      January 27, 2016 at 4:50 pm

      Thanks, Dawn. I’m glad you like it.
      Melissa

      • Melissa, it’s 3:30 in the morning and still no sleep. (just one of those nights…it happens sometime.) But I wanted to thank you (and Larry and Bill and Jenny and Matt and now Rich and Ester) for allowing your “human side” to peak through the pastoral part of you. I am sorry for the pain you have felt and I applaud your steps toward healing. Linda

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          January 28, 2016 at 8:38 am

          Linda, I’m glad to have served churches that made room for the “human side.” Wishing you better sleep tonight!
          Melissa

  3. Your honesty is refreshing and comforting. Thank you.

  4. Oh Melissa, I’m sorry you’re traveling this heartache journey where the pains seem to creep in the tiniest of cracks throughout our days, our hours and minutes. The need to ‘purge’ is doable in the material items yet the purging of the heart is oh so difficult. I read of your strength and even humor in your blogs and I hope that love will find you again…… We miss you!

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      January 30, 2016 at 3:52 pm

      Luciene,
      All of this occurred about 3 years ago so it’s definitely not a fresh wound. I hope you are well. My best to everyone.
      Melissa

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