I just packed up Mike’s stuff again. I’m not sure what is more sad... packing him or the things I find when I pack him. Lots of proof that his life was just falling apart -- notes from girls he had lied to and manipulated, lots of phone numbers and email addresses, plottings and plans, girls underwear, etc.
I was planning on this being a much nicer day. Oh well, it will get better!
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