One year since he moved out today and I picked a necklace without thinking about it
Today is exactly one year. He moved his last box on a monday morning in may 2025. I remember it was warm.
This morning I was getting ready and grabbed a thin gold necklace off the dish without looking. Got to the coffee shop, sat down, looked at my reflection in the window and realized which one it was. It was the necklace my friend M gave me three months after the divorce, when she drove down from seattle and made me eat dinner. It was not one of the necklaces from before.
I have been wearing it on rotation with two others for months and I had not registered that all three of the necklaces I reach for are post-divorce ones. The drawer still has the ones from before. They sit there. My hand just doesn't go to them anymore.
Not really sure what I'm posting for. (Maybe just to mark the day, maybe to say it out loud somewhere.) But noticing that one year in, my body has been quietly redecorating my closet for me and I only just caught it.