Letting go

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. A lot of thinking on the subject of letting go of things. I guess I'm gearing myself up, preparing for the outcome of just that...letting go. It irritates me that to cut the ties with jackass, I may have to let go of some prized things. I may have to let go of the last things I have of my grandfathers, some pictures that can't be replaced, a few things that have been passed down a generation or few.
It makes me angry that he has to play these kind of games - he has to hold on to the last vestiges of control. But, in the end, its the kids that are the most important. The stuff that's in the storage unit can be lived without, if need be. In the end, the child support for them is the most important. I keep telling myself that, keep reminding myself. I hope in that reminding myself that its for the kids, I'll get over my resentment at some point. I don't want to let go of those items.
If I file for child support before claiming my things out of storage (which he has the keys and codes for), he'll make life difficult for me in little ways. He'll do it in such a way that he can say "Well, I'm trying to work with you. Its not my fault you can't schedule time I'm available." or some such. And trying to get the van will be even more of a hassle than it is now. I swear he's waiting for me to break down and fix it so he can claim it back. Its in his name. Pretty soon, I'm just going to have it towed.
I've set some goals for myself, to get these last few strings taken care of. If I don't, then I face the very real possibility of just cutting loose those things I want back. Not that it would stop life or be tragic. It would just...hurt, irritate and grow even more resentment for him than I already have.
In the end, I have to be prepared to just....let go.