My Belongings Were Stacked in the Garage — That’s When I Stopped Tolerating Him
I came home expecting quiet. Maybe a hug. At the very least, a bed. Instead, I found my life stacked in cardboard boxes along the garage wall. My suitcase slipped from my hand and hit the concrete with a dull, hollow thump. The sound echoed, too loud in a space that suddenly didn’t feel like…