Reflecting on my divorce.

Again the narcissist known as Driftwood is not returning my calls. I fly back to mommy’s house in three days, so clearly I am not making another trip to Driftwood’s home. I guess that is the end of it all. While I did manage to retrieve two antiques and at least fifty boxes, I have no idea what I got! It was very grab-n-go. I do, however, know what I didn’t salvage: Gramma’s typewriter from 1933, a huge quantity of family photos, the rocking chair, the wedding dress I made by my own hand. It feels strange to be done with

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