Plastic. Not even the velvet covered ones. Man. I bet that’s unbearable for her to watch now. Talking like the hangers are the family heirloom jewels. She had a moment of collected, businesslike dealing there. “Don’t take the hangers. I need those.”

Just let him take the clothes and get out. Consider it a teachable moment. Don’t buy men clothing in the future if you don’t want them to keep it. If you’re having to buy them clothing b/c you know deep down if you don’t, they’ll leave you. My main concern was for Gizmo. That was going in the wrong direction quickly. Kept thinking, “Just knee him! Do it now! Stop crying about him leaving and start being a mother to the dog!”

I thought I had a crumb on my screen. At least I know I’m not seeing things.