probably just about 3 years to the date of when the container of evidence got dumped into the back of my closet, I decided it was way past time to un-bury it and send it on its way.
so it’s gone.
the phone records, the text records, the names and info on anyone I thought could be yet another OW…
into the hefty bag it went.
I even went through it first. all I felt was relief that I hadn’t been on that crazy train for over 3 years now.