The Real End

Moving day, he asked me to text him when I was on my way so he made sure to be "out of my way" and then for me to text him when I was done. 

I told him to let me know when he was out so that I can clean the apartment one last time before handing in my key - he never did.

Finally a week before the lease is up I ask if it's safe if I go to the apartment to clean, he says yes.

SO - yesterday I go to clean, and I made sure to check everything to make sure in the moving commotion I hadn't left anything behind.  I look in the attic and there are 6 boxes and my carpet washer in there.  They were on the other side of the attic where his stuff was, which is why I didn't see them when I moved. 

I shouldn't be surprised, but I guess I am...  I'm surprised that he didn't have the common courtesy to mention when he moved all of his stuff out "hey, not sure if you left them on purpose and are coming to get them later, but did you realize you left some stuff in the attic?"

I guess some people never stop surprising you...


On another note, my level of stress since leaving has dropped tremendously.  My boy sleeps so much better than he ever did in the apartment and even his stress level has dropped.  He loves living with family and having his own space, not having the fan turned on when he is trying to sleep (he likes it quiet and Bart needed a wind tunnel in his face) and he loves not getting woken up by the screaming dog. 

Or is that me? 

I don't know, but we have a great sense of togetherness here.  We help each other out and it's not a chore to clean up - even if it is after someone else sometimes.  Everyone appreciates everyone else and we all work together like a well oiled machine.

Ahhhh... peace.  :)

The End

So we gave each other the silent treatment for about 3 weeks, then finally acknowledged each other and interacted for a weekend.  We talked about looking for places and he said he had put in for an apartment 5 doors down and was waiting to hear back.

So 2 days after we start talking, he texts me this: 

Art:  "I got the apartment up the road.  Good news!  Can I keep the dresser that Bart is using?  And can I borrow your movers for the big stuff?" 


(Bart was on an air mattress with no furniture when we moved in together, I hated it so I offered him the dresser that came with my boy's crib set.)

Me:  Congrats!  Yes you can keep the dresser.  What movers?



Art:  Aw thanks!  Your band of movers from last time!  I'll help you move if I can borrow them - I just need them for like 15 minutes for the big stuff, no boxes or anything.

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Me:  My friends and family???????  Um... I'll have to ask.

Art:  Nah, that's ok.  But I do need my sofa and chair, can they bring that?  (My mother was holding his sofa and chair because both of our living rooms didn't fit into the apartment.)

Me:  Sure.




So...  he wanted me to tell MY friends and family to help him move!!!!  Not that I hired movers and he wanted to use them for 15 minutes, he wanted me to tell MY friends and family to help HIM move!!!!  AND he will help me move IF he can use my "movers" to move him???? 

IS THAT BALLSY OF HIM OR WHAT????????  Seriously?!?!?!?!?  The nerve!  Especially after all the fighting we had done!  Seriously he is in his own little world!


Needless to say my "movers" didn't even want to return his sofa and chair - they were so offended that he would even say that!!!  I mean, if he wanted to ask for help, but they clearly had NO relationship with him for him to even ask that!  GET YOUR OWN FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!!!

So... we didn't talk much after that, I kept to myself, stayed at my sister's house for the next two weeks, then moved my stuff out the end of March.  Whew - I can breathe again!