Just spent the weekend watching my ex’s dog while she was up north with her mom. The the dog watching thing was pre-breakup planned and went pretty smoothly as it has the 20’s of times I’ve done it while she’s been away.

She came back last night, worked a night shift right after getting off the airplane, and made a plan to pick up more of her stuff/the dog this morning after her shift.

She just left and I feel somber about it. Like I’m on the border of upset or sad but not fully there yet. I asked her if I could help her pack up and she told me “it wasn’t my responsibility anymore”.

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