I still don't understand why he acts like I don't exist. There must be some respect, warm feelings, memories. Instead, I am like rubbish for him, who doesn't even deserve to speak to him. I had to stay in our apartment and move out, all on my own, I had to take off our pictures from the walls, pack his clothes and look at all those reminders for so many months.

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