Packing

Packing was a pain in my ass. Never, in my life, have I ever packed a single box. Never. I had grown up in this house and we never moved. My parents had lived in this house for years before I ever came along and they had accumulated so much sh*t it was hard to even know what to pack to take with me and what to donate or throw away.

I started with my dad's office because I knew he wouldn't need anything in it anymore but it turned out to be the worst decision I had ever made.

My dad had secrets that he kept that I had never known about and it was hard to even wrap my head around. When I rifled through his desk, I found things I wished I hadn't found before.

There were thongs stuffed in drawers and business cards to strip clubs around the strip. There were like trading card-type things with raunchy women on the card that he collected and napkins with kiss marks and phone numbers. He had pictures of himself with his face in between a stripper's cleavage and