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!