Messy

So much about you was messy. You were disorganized. You lost paperwork and receipts. You didn't clean up after yourself. You didn't pay attention to details. You skipped steps and cut corners. You gambled and lost money. No, you gambled and squandered money. All the boxes the judge ordered me to pack and ship to you were in your garage. You had gone through them and shifted some stuff around. Your apartment was strewn with who-knows-what. It was chaotic. Packing your place was a challenge. Cleaning your place was a challenge. It took weeks. It was unpleasant. It was confusing. We are now tired. We are mentally and physically exhausted. Your things are, once again, in the driveway. We will have a sale. We will sell things on the internet. We sold things in the desert. We gave things to your neighbors for having helped us load the rented moving truck. We will sell them in the yard. You had been on buying sprees. You had made tens of thousands of dollars vanish. You have bills, unpaid bills. You had let your auto insurance lapse. I am getting your bills now. I am making payments. I am calling. Kyle is calling. We are finalizing things. It's messy. Messy, messy, messy.