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and put it over her shoulder and snuggled into me like she did when she was a little girl. Hell , she was still my little girl.
    She fell asleep and I decided I was going to go dig through some boxes in the basement. I looked at the shelves that held our memories in plastic totes. I decided I may as well start going through them. If Ash thought she was taking the house I built for my family I would be damn sure to keep some of the memories.
    The first box I grabbed off the top shelf, sat it on the floor, and grabbed the other five. Our life, on shelf at a time. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening.
    I opened the first tote and it was full of wedding memorabilia. You know all that shit girls have to have. The champagne glasses with your names in pretty script and hearts. I stood up and grabbed a garbage bag off my work bench and threw those bitches in there. Next I grabbed a bag of potpourri wrapped in tulle and ribbons, “Fucking lame.” I threw them in the trash to o. Invitations, rehearsal dinner programs, wedding programs, and flyers from the Dominican Republic where we went on our honeymoon. A binder for planning every event of our big fucking day.
    I threw out every piece of shit memorabilia she had kept except for the document we had signed, a fake license, one for the bazillion photos that were taken that day. I wanted to super glue that bitch on her forehead. So when she looked in the mirror she saw it and so the senator saw it while he was banging my wife.
    The only thing I kept was the photo album and the case of wine without labels on them. The photo album because , let’s face it, I looked fucking good and the wine because I was gonna get fucking ripped the day I signed those papers.
    I shoved them in the tote and grabbed the bag of lies and walked up the stairs and out the garage door. I threw it in the garbage and walked back inside. I looked into the family room and saw my little girl was still asleep.
    I walked back down the stairs and looked at the shelf. I was on a mission, one that I was distracted from by the bag of lies . I looked at the shelf and decided I should organize them so I went to find a sharpie.
    After emptying the second shelf I found what I was looking for. Bingo! I pulled out the pink blanket and held it to my face and smelled it. This blanket was Bingo. Ava had to have it from the time she was about one . This was the only blanket out of the hundreds that would soothe her, help her sleep, to comfort her at night.
    We lost it, once, Ava was having a fit and I was looking through the car after going to Jersey and I was sure it was left behind. She cried, stomped, threw the biggest tantrum I had ever seen. I swear to you she was like the chick from the exorcist. It was midnight and I was tired, Ash was tired, Ava was way over tired and I was outside in the snow digging through bags.
    When I found it I was so fucking happy I ran in waving that pink blanket in the air and yelled, “Bingo!”
    Ashley looked so reli eved and Ava immediately stopped her sleepy tantrum. She looked up red eyed and tottled to me putting her little hands in the air, “Bingo Dada.”
    I swooped her up and held her as she loved on Bingo, grabbed Ash’s hand, pulled her up and we walked up the stairs, together, as a family. I kissed my wife’s head and smiled. That was a hell of a victory for us.
    I looked at Ava and she was out. No million stories to read, no sneaking her in her room after she fell asleep, I just laid her in her bed with Bingo and she looked so damn peaceful.
    Ash and I snuck out of her room, tiptoed out of her room so we wouldn’t wake the two and a half foot, twenty pound ruler of our world. She was exhausted, I was exhausted but I was on an adrenaline high. Fucking victory rush, and she looked good. That was the first time my wife let me in the back door. Bingo.
    I sat there looking at all the boxes. Boxes full of memories, of family memories, and I closed my eyes. I allowed pain to set