I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

Mine.

The artwork hanging over the fireplace.

Mine.

I slowly walked into my bedroom and opened a blue accordion folder stored inside the closet.

Every receipt was still there.

Every warranty.

Every delivery invoice.

Years of paperwork.

Neatly organized.

Exactly the way I always kept important documents.

Monday morning, a moving company backed into the driveway.continue reading …