Old Problems, New Problems - a Drabble

The house was finally clean. I know he would be proud of me. We lived like hoarders for 14 years and I finally was able to throw things out. I started in the master bedroom, moved to the guest bedroom, and finished with the craft room. Than I tackled the rest of the house. I was so proud of myself although I felt like something was missing, I was thrilled to have a fresh clean house again. He seemed happy. But after a few months we were not growing closer we grew apart. It was never about the house.