I’ve been using the 8-10 bags of my stuff piled into a garbage bag as visual shorthand for how much I gave to my relationship. If the support and love and time I spent trying to make his world better was tangible, there’d be 5 more bags just like this one. Sadly, I had nothing to return to him, only my things to collect.
It’s funny how you don’t see it as it is happening, and you definitely don’t see the end coming. I deserved so much more.