When I came home on leave after basic training, you would think that I had never existed. Everything that I had, except for 2 each, shirts, pants, socks, and skivvies...was gone. I have no idea what my mother did with them.
It was very surreal, and more than a tad uncomfortable. My room was now just a guest room. There was nothing in the house to suggest that I had ever lived there.
Over the years, I went back 2 or 3 times, but stayed with friends. I would spend an afternoon with my mother and stepfather. My boyhood home, while looking the same from outside, was cold inside.