Packing belongings
My stepdad’s belongings were packed and placed outside, ready for him to collect. I enlisted the help of my best friend, and together we moved his things out efficiently.
It felt cathartic, letting go of all remnants of his control. We made sure to handle everything with care, not out of respect for him, but to ensure there was no reason for him to retaliate.
The house was becoming mine, piece by piece.