When the divorce was finally over and the house was sold we each moved into our respective apartments with the belongings that were now legally ours and ours alone. I began to suspect that I might have made an error in judgment the first night I spent in my own apartment. There it all was... my Lonaberger Baskets, the best of my wall groupings from Home Interiors ( I painstakingly picked out each and every piece and designed the groupings myself), the comforter from our bed with the matching pillow shams, sheets and dust ruffle (his new girlfriend was NOT going to sleep on MY comforter), my collectors plates from the Bradford Exchange, the movie camera, all the silk flowers and plants, the 2 pictures of the Eiffel Tower hand painted by "Starving Artists" in Mexico, all our photo albums, the side by side refrigerator freezer with ice maker and water dispenser (and all the magnets that were on it except for the police ones I didn't want), and my most prized possessions, every single Christmas Decoration we ever owned. We had over $5000 worth of them and I wasn't going to let him have one single wreath, candle or bow. It started to dawn on me that I didn't have a bed to sleep on or a couch to sit on. I had no dishes, silverware, pots or pans, no kitchen set, washer or dryer, no TV, VCR or stereo. I didn't even have any lamps. So as I lay there on the floor, pulling my comforter around me and watching the lights twinkle on my mini Christmas tree, it wasn't long before I realized that my ex-husband would always have possession of the only balls I truly wanted to see hanging from that tree.