If I remember correctly, I had her suitcases out on the bed and was packing her things. It was long enough after Dday and NC that I had had enough. It was no longer how she felt about OM but rather how I felt about myself. If she wanted OM, she could have him.

I'm pretty sure this is the time we got in that wrestling match in front of the DDs. They were screaming and she was trying to hurt me where it hurts most. I had to sit on her and pin her arms down until she calmed down. She was trying to get the photos and letters away from me because I was trying to scan them to send to the lawyer. She did a bob and weave to get one letter away from me but I scanned the rest. Then I got her suitcases out and told her to pack and then I told her to explain to the DDs why she was leaving because it was no longer my responsibility.

Ah the good old days. It's all such a blur now.