The slow evolution from stuff to junk. #moving #stuff #junk | Chris Hallbeck

When my mom passed away, she left me her pottery collection — her life’s work, her legacy. I displayed it proudly in our living room, a daily reminder of her hands, her heart, her art. Then my dad remarried. His new wife, Karen, hated that reminder. She called the pottery “clutter,” “junk,” and “thrift-store stuff.” When I refused to give her any, she smiled and said, “You’ll regret it.” Weeks later, I came home from a work trip and froze. Every piece was gone—smashed. The floor glittered with w