Throwing things away is bringing me pain

Title. It’s been over a month since I kicked her out. We packed everything and I delivered her belongings but she insisted on leaving the kitchen cabinet full because she had all that stuff where she’s going. I can’t keep it. I have to have only one or two of every dish otherwise it piles up in the sink.

All the weird utensils I have no idea what purpose they serve in a kitchen. All the colorful bowls and cups, the mini forks and spoons her little toddler I adored would use. I wasn’t her dad but she’s always called me so. It’s her 3rd birthday today. The only one I’ve ever missed. I even took today off work so I wouldn’t break down there. But I’ve spent all my time at work since this has started happening and being at home is just tearing me apart.

I’ll be okay. I just want somebody to talk to to take my mind off this pain.