I walked in after a 10 hour shift at work. They were on the couch he was under him. I walked into the kitchen grabbed a glass of something to drink. Walked back into the living room. I told him to stay a bit because he would need help moving out. I told him to pack his sh*t.
Then I sat down in my chair and turned on the TV. It took all of an hour for him to get his sh*t. The dude left immediately. He balled his eyes out while sitting at my feet. Commercials came on and I looked at him and asked “what the hell are you still doing here?”
I shut down. It was strange feeling. For a moment in my life I just didn’t care.