{"id":20215,"date":"2025-03-03T21:37:03","date_gmt":"2025-03-03T20:37:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=20215"},"modified":"2025-03-05T23:10:45","modified_gmt":"2025-03-05T22:10:45","slug":"daily_3653_-_the_chipped_and_the_worn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2025\/03\/03\/daily_3653_-_the_chipped_and_the_worn\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily: 3653 – the chipped and the worn"},"content":{"rendered":"

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When Eric moved out, we split our shared property evenly in value, but unevenly in kind. I got most of the things, he got most of the money. I believe we both wanted it this way.<\/p>\n

Now I have the mismatched drinking glasses, the chipped bowls, the incomplete sets of crockery, while he has brand new everything.<\/p>\n

That’s the way I like it. Had I ended up in the opposite situation, I could probably have found my way to accepting it, found a way to make myself see the positive in it, but it would have hurt. When we agreed to divorce, one of his first comments was “we’ll need to sell the house” while my first thought was “what do I need to do to keep the house”. Was keeping the house an economically sound decision? The jury is still out on that, but I need to at least try.<\/p>\n

I get attached to things. I mend things that, from a utilitarian point of view, are in no way worth the effort, like old towels<\/a> and shopping bags<\/a>. The mere fact that I have owned something and used it for years gives it an inherent value of its own. I feel a responsibility to my things – to value them, to take care of them. To hold on to them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

When Eric moved out, we split our shared property evenly in value, but unevenly in kind. I got most of the things, he got most of the money. I believe we both wanted it this way. Now I have the mismatched drinking glasses, the chipped bowls, the incomplete sets of crockery, while he has brand […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,799,4,768],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20215","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dailies","category-divorce","category-observing_the_self","category-photography-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20215","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20215"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20215\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20218,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20215\/revisions\/20218"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20215"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20215"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20215"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}