Fucking crossdressers.

I just discovered that WG kept both of my stretch velvet cocktail dresses, the deep blue one and the black one.

That's just beyond the pale.

He went through my stuff and just decided what he wanted to keep. Regardless of whose it was.

Why did I trust him?

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'll find my dresses in one of the boxes, buried under some books.

I should never have listened to WG.

I was supposed to go to Seattle September 9th. I had the tickets and it was all set. We were going to go through all our things together and split them up. Take things to Goodwill. I was going to help him move. I was going to take him to his oral surgery appointment. I was going to put together furniture for him in his new apartment. I was going to spend some time with Monte kitty to say goodbye.

He called me and asked me not to come. He'd send me my things.

Why did I trust him?