An old friend of mine recently lost most of her possessions in a house fire. So I went through my closet this morning and put together a bag of clothes to give to her. A pair of tennis shoes, exercise pants, a hoodie, pajamas, and several thermal tops. I came across a t-shirt I really liked, took it off the hanger and held it out to take a closer look. I had acquired it when I went on a trip with a former boyfriend. I liked it, the color looked nice on me, but the shirt didn’t fit right. As I went over these points in my head, I thought how the same could be said about the relationship I had been in. I cared for him, we looked good together, but we weren’t compatible. Each time I wore that shirt, it made me uncomfortable and I couldn’t wait to get home to take it off. And while I had been on that trip, our differences became more apparent, and I counted the end of every day off as one closer to going home. I folded the shirt, put it in the bag, and closed the top off. My old clothes were ready to go to their new owner.