Some things are irreplacable

I'm steadily working on moving things around, and replacing the things he'll take if he ever comes back to finish the move out. There's still plenty of  his stuff in the house and since he has no intention of ever returning I'm anxious for my home to become my own again. I found my Dad's retirement clock in the basement on the floor with several large dings in the wood finish (Thanks a lot for that!) I'm going to miss J's artwork, his fantastic stereo speakers, but most of all, him. I wonder how long it will take before I stop feeling like Munsch's Scream. Alone, but not lonely is a lot harder than it sounds. Yesterday I went swimming at Bowman Lake, it was crammed with families and barbecues, and dogs, and kids crying and screaming. There's nothing like being surrounded by happy families to make a single woman who's just been dumped again, feel like crap. I told J that the best thing about him moving out is that he can't ever do this to me again, but the moving out process is endless. I want it to be over. Every time I see him he says something so incredibly stupid and callous that I know he was never in love with me. He may have cared about me as a friend, but if he loved me he wouldn't be able to do what he did. It is over, I can never trust him again. He's more concerned about his possessions than anything else. It makes me want to chuck the lot out into the middle of the street.