I threw something away.
It was ugly now.
My hate for it was growing.
But I feel like a bad widow for throwing this thing away.
Maybe even like I am a bad bride.
I threw away my bouquet this week.
The roommate moved out a month ago. (Thank God!!)
So Roger's stuff closet was available again.
As I moved my wedding planning book, my wedding albums, and some other things, I saw it again.
I have never liked the way it dried.
The blue and white hydrangeas were beautiful at the wedding.
They were hideous after the wedding.
During drying process, the petals withered.
The colors looked awful.
The stems shrunk.
I hated it.
But after Roger died, I felt like I had to hold on to it.
Like it was required.
Part of some weird widow code.
So I broke the code.
I threw it in the trash.
Mr. X was shocked "Is that your bouquet?"