Anonymous

Funny thing, we have had no contact since she left. The house is worth well over 200k, half of which is hers. Her things are still here, and other than the dust, as she left them. On that thought, I decided to clean, re-decorate, and sort everything out. Next morning I purchased extra cleaning items and decorating materials. I also got some strong boxes and tape.
Next day, I cleaned and cleared a room. With a skip out front, I went through down stairs, carpets, garden rubbish, furniture items. Into the boxes went keep items, plus things of use to charity shops. The skip was soon full.
Between working, I started the decorating, finishing downstairs [ including all new wood floors ] and except for the stair carpet, done in two weeks. All traces of Jenny removed, just upstairs to do, then no trace of her should remain. Leaving our bedroom to last, a week saw it done bar the one room, me in the other front bedroom with all new furniture. My project stalled at this point. Each time I went to start, the memories, the scent, reminded me of her.
On Saturday, another 30c plus day, I resolved to clear that room. Clad only in shorts, I went in and directly to the windows. These I opened. I then opened a cupboard door, and there in front of me were dozens of shoe boxes. Jenny was a shoeaholic, she just adored them, had to have them. I recalled how well she looked in them. For the first time I noticed the labels. They were eights, I only take a seven, she took a bigger size than me! I picked up a box, opened it, and inside were lovely black suede shoes, slip- ons, with tall, thin heels, rounded front but with a cut-out. They felt very light, i'd often wondered how she could manage to walk in them, and next thing, was putting them on my feet. They seemed to fit perfectly. I stood up, wobbled a bit, sort of adjusted my body to balance, and found that, to my surprise, they felt quite comfy. The extra height was nice, bur it took several attempts to walk, and as I tried, I took shorter steps, and allowed my body to sway. Seeing my legs in the mirror was nice, but my shorts didn't look right. I found a short skirt and it fitted me. Returning to the mirror, decided it looked good. I started trying on all her clothes, they all fitted. Dressed totally in her clothes, I felt really nice, I could smell her perfume, Jenny was back!.