it’s been over a month since I got my shit from M’s place. It’s all sat in boxes and in the back of my car until today. This is the first time I could actually start putting my clothes away. I’m not going to act like there’s no emotion to it. It hurts seeing two of the same shit side by side in my drawers and closets. I bought on for the home I have with my wife and one for the “home” I thought I had with M.

Live and learn. Upward and onward