This is Being Lydia!
We were moving my ex out of the house we shared. Finally, I was going to get all of my belongings, which would hopefully give me some closure. The only reason I offered to help was I wanted to make sure I got what was mine, including half of the damage deposit.
I worked hard at cleaning each room as we emptied it. The huge window in the living room took awhile but I got it sparkling, at least on the inside. We loaded up his truck and my car once more for his new place before we would load my car with my stuff and call it a night.
When we got back to the house I thought something was wrong. The window I worked so hard on was once again dark and blurry. As we came up to the door we could see the smoke…
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