It was an awkward morning after the dramatic night. Shane and I talked about it and eventually Carrie and I talked, too.
The healing started: we went to the dump.
Yes, seriously.
It'd been months and we had a huge stockpile. We couldn't even fit all of the recycling in the back of the truck.
Trash went on the trailer.
I guess you could look at it like a metaphor. There were some unsettling feelings, so we took them and dumped them.
Then we got Subway.
Or at least Carrie and Shane did. There were leftovers at home that were free and someone needed to eat.
Things felt more normal on Sunday and then by Monday the week was back in full swing. It's not that I haven't thought about things again since, but life moves on. I wish I knew how things resolved, but if nothing happens in the next several months I'll assume it's all done.
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