So the whole thing went kinda the way I thought it would, no real change just lack of the title. coming home was the worst, my home was gone in a way. I was no longer the person that had left the house one week earlier, really it sounds stupid and weird but it is true. I felt like I had walked in to someone elses house, surrounded by their stuff. So I am throwing it away. Gaming books I would have taken to my grave, are now in a recycle dumpster, plastic men are next. I have three faces today, one from before her on from while we were together and one now that we have moved on. I share more in common with the face I had during our relationship, than the one before it. The old world is gone, all hail the dawning day.