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Butcher Knives vs Butter Knives

Some people say do it cleanly. Cut all ties and be done. Others understand the pouring over of old text messages, and the slow removal of memories, items, possessions; bit by bit. Tomorrow is D-Day. D-Day, meaning Done Day. I am done. I want all of his possessions out of my house and my garage. He hasn’t even contacted me about coming to pick them up. He is taking advantage of me again. My house isn’t the storage shed. He has a storage shed. I know, because I gave him over $200 just so he could get, and keep, the storage shed. I know I will never see a dime of that money back, or for that matter, any of the money. Another expensive lesson; in more ways than one.

I just wanted you all to know that I have switched cutlery. I may have started out using the butter knife, but now I have picked up the butcher knife. I started chopping a couple of hours ago, and the first thing that went was all of the text messages. Oh, and if you see a whole bunch of smoke tomorrow night, it’s not wildfires burning, it’s his shit on fire in my front yard, and I’ll be dancing around it.

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16 thoughts on “Butcher Knives vs Butter Knives

  1. That’s much better.

  2. You go with your bad assed self! It’ll take a minute (as the cool kids like to say) but you’ll be alright in the end.

  3. J.D. Gallagher on said:

    $200 is a small price to pay for getting rid of him. Let the harm of the year go with him as they say in this part of the world.

    I have been reading your posts even if I did not click the like button because I did not like them, obviously. And like Don said you will be alright, you’ll be more than alright, you’ll be great because you are funny, smart and intelligent.

    Take care, FBG.

    • $200 isn’t all the money I have given away. . .probably closer to $1,000 when all is said and done, but what can you do. Keep your legs and your bank account closed, I guess!! lol

      Thanks JD!!

  4. Proud of you. I hope you are proud of you. Well done. One day at a time. And look in the mirror. Remember “you are worth so much more”

  5. whoot whoot! You are the WOMAN! I’ll be looking for the bonfire…can I toss a few things in too?!?

  6. I vote for the bonfire; maybe it won’t be fed by his household and personal goods, but fires are cleansing in their consumption, and when they’re finished, the scorched earth begins anew. Besides, there’s really nothing like sitting around a fire with friends and cocktails and being mesmerized with the flames.

    You rock.

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