I've written on here a bit about how I am not really that into diapers/being an AB anymore, don't have much interest in wearing and when I do I usually get sick of it after a few minutes. I started dating a new guy about four months ago, and I really don't want to tell him since I was thinking about giving it up anyway. And there have been a couple of close calls.
So a couple of weeks ago, I asked my friend who lives near me and is a DL if he would be willing to take my stuff for me for six months. I told him he was welcome to use it all he wanted, and he could use up all the disposables, but if in six months I wanted my cloth diapers/plastic pants and my bottle and sippy cup back he would give it to me. If I didn't want them back after six months then they were his. Actually, quite a bit of my stuff actually belonged to another friend who gave it to me once he quit wearing. So it's been passed around a bit.
I kind of forgot about it after asking my friend, but today I didn't have anything to do in the afternoon and called him up and asked if I could bring it over. So I pulled the dusty old storage container out from under the bed and stuffed everything into a plastic trash bag except for my Hokie bird pacifier, which I decided to keep for old times sake. I went through my drawers and threw in a few other things, and tossed in my baby powder. I meant to save one diaper just for the heck of it but didn't bother cause I didn't want to try to hide it. Later on, when I gave it to my friend, he asked me if I felt sentimental when I gathered it up. Nope, I told him. No reason to get sentimental. Things change.
Anyway, I'll let you all know in six months whether I decide to get it all back. I don't think I will. This has been a long time coming.