I’ve spent a lot of time collecting all kinds of things. I know I have only a few pieces that might be worth any money but some of it is just sentimental so it doesn’t matter. The fact is I have an ENORMOUS amount of stuff that needs to go. We aren’t even going to discuss how many books I have. That would take all day. I know. I’ll just start over again. Don’t be a buzz kill. Keep your opinions to yourself.
Books will probably not play a major part of any garage sale I put on. The fact is I LOVE books. There is no way around it. I have been known to read a couple of books in one day. Yes, I LOVE to read. I have already thinned out the books really. I only have about half of what I did when I moved into this house. That’s a lot of books for those of you who don’t know. It really is.
I have many other things that can go now though. I need to clean out everything. I have glass collectables that can go, not to mention clothes that have been in the storage room in the basement since I moved in here. So there really is a lot of stuff to go. This brings me to the next little part of this endeavor.
My husband was talking the other day about this garage sale he now wants me to do. Here’s why. He wants to sell some of his motor parts that he has in the garage and then take the money I make from the sale of my stuff so he can buy another boat. He wants one that runs. Yes, you heard correctly. He wants to take all the money from MY garage sale so HE can buy something. Let me tell you why this is a sore subject.
Everything about this house, everything in it, and everything in the garage is his. He says this too. He will say the words, “Me, my, mine”, all the time and not include me in any of it. Keep in mind my name is on ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Not even on the car I drive every day. It is especially difficult for me regarding this because I have had his last name for more than half my life, I am the mother of his children, we have buried one of those together, and he still thinks he’s the only one who has contributed for the last 27 years. In other words, I have been nothing but a burden and a leech.
What he fails to realize is this. If it were not for me, he would not have had the kids that we have today. If he had married someone else, they wouldn’t be these kids and he would not have had Amanda. He would not have anything he has now. I am the only who convinced him to move to the little town in Wyoming where he met the guy who would become very instrumental in getting him to a place in life where he’s above the poverty level. He would still be in the little town he was born and raised in with nothing to his name because he would never have left. There is nothing in that town.
If it were not for me, he would not have ended up in a place he loves, with people that he enjoys spending time with. The little town he’s from is a drug ridden and very corrupt town that’s less than 10,000 people. Check out the book, “Too Politically Sensitive”. It’s all about that town.
Going further, there would be no grandkids that we have today. I just can’t imagine life without any of them. But if it weren’t for me, he would have none of them. He was not a hands-on dad nor did he spend a lot of time at home with us. Many nights were spent with just me and the kids and most of it was not due to him working.
There you have it. I am not happy about the situation, but I’ll be damned if he’s getting ANY of the money from MY garage sale.