The last of it.

I gave away the last of her clothes. I feel fine about it. I'm of course sad that I have to do it in the first place. I also feel bad about all the money she spent on these clothes. We could have gone on a nice vacation, or marriage therapy, or just pay off debt. I'm sure her new house will not be as filled as this one, simply because there's no schmuck to pay all the fucking bills while she's out fucking internet randos and local civil servants.