I didn't toss his stuff out. I carefully packed everything in sturdy boxes. I labeled the boxes with everything in them, even the boxes with all the weird small misc. stuff that is the hard stuff to pack.
I stacked it all fairly neatly in the garage. The last stuff was hard, of course, because you get to all the bits and pieces that don't really categorize into anything specific.
He asked, in his angry email: who is coaching you on this? honestly, who is telling you to act in this way?
And believe me, the coaching I got was to: throw his stuff out the window. Sell it on ebay. Put it on ebay and craigslist.
Well, I guess only I get the satisfaction of knowing I did it in the cleanest, most honorable way I could.
I could stand having him in the house packing his stuff. That would be fine. But he would bring Sweet Thing with him, and that would be NO GOOD.
