I wrote about all the things I could do to take care of myself, but my secret mission over the weekend was to Man Detox. I didn't tell anyone except my therapist, who said she fully supported my mission of clearing out the little reminders scattered around my home that remind me of the men who have come before.
Those men are all gone now. Or at least they are in the distance. Some of them live and work and have drinks with friends miles away. A few can probably be found just around the corner. Others are just on the other side of my Facebook profile, unfriended and separated by privacy settings. While I wonder occasionally how one of them might be doing, if another is happier now, what another might be listening to these days, cutting ties is something I have never been good at and so it has been healthy for me to let those ribbons go.