Look around

I'm sitting in the living room of mine and Jeff's apartment. As I was writing the last post and stopped for a little teary break, I started to look around and something really caught my attention. There is nothing here that is mine. I have some books and dvds on one shelf of five. My throw blanket is on the back of the futon. That is it. Literally, in my home that is all that is mine. He says we bought pictures together but the truth is we only paid for them together, he picked them out. And everything else is his. And that's the way he likes it.