69. Left No Crumbs
One day, my girlfriend, whom I had lived with for two years, sat me down and told me she was moving out.
I had sensed something was up. She did have some valid reasons, but she had not communicated anything to me to get me to resolve them.
She had bought her own house 45 miles away a month earlier, and when she told me she was going to help a friend move furniture and clean, she was really getting her house set up.
Her main issues related to money, but I hadn’t told her how the negotiations were going with an insurance company for an accident where I was hit by a car. So, a month and a half later, I collected my sweet check and didn’t look back.