When she moved out WAW left bags of clothes to donate to charity. Only she didn't inventory them for tax purposes (and we're filing jointly for 2009, so it matters from my POV). And WAW is out of the country on another one of her Overseas F*ckfests.
So guess who gets to go through his soon-to-be-ex-wife's clothes? Many of which still have her smell?
Ain't life frickin' grand? And on 12/31 I get to observe the anniversary of WAW's decision to dump me - though she didn't tell me (of course) until Valentine's Day. So I got that going for me. Which is nice.
It's getting progressively and ever-more-rapidly difficult to manage the process of stopping the residual love I have for her without replacing it with what would surely be a lush and ever-expanding hatred for her. Which would do Themselves no good at all. (But which would, I suspect, feel oh-so-good.)
