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I had come home to find my girlfriend of 2 years packing her suitcases. She looked up at me and said.
“Sorry. I left you a letter. It is better this way No Fuss No muss.”
She had some auditions lined up in LA. She would send me an email with her address once she got her own place. In some ways I was glad, we had drifted apart. I worked too much; she went to auditions. I had done all I could to make it work and failed. So that was that then.
A week went by, it was a Friday night, again. Work had sucked all week. I came home with a bottle of cheap vodka and some cranberry juice and started drinking. Sometime in the evening, I had started to throw out things from the closet. When I got to my ex girlfriends side, I discovered a stash of her underwear, shoes, some dresses folded up in bags. In the chest of drawers, there was more of her stuff. I threw most of it on the bed in the spare room. I went into the en-suite and found a bunch of cosmetics and hair products. They too went on the spare bed. Standing looking at the mess, I slugged back another vodka and went out around the block to the local Vietnamese restaurant.