THE MOVE

was worse than I thought it would be. I came home very tentatively on Thursday evening (the first day of the move). Thankfully, Pic, my childhood friend met me and stayed the night. She held my hand as we walked around the home. Every thing was all packed up neatly in one room. We walked through each of the rooms, and then I lost it. I opened every sealed box, looking through his things, making sure he didn't take anything that was truly mine. I did not feel elated. In fact, I feel worse than before he took the stuff. At the end of it all, I was left with my minimal stuff and a TIVO, which was a gift from MY BEST BUD and the ex's cousin.

I have nothing to show for our lives together. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. He managed to leave some of this belongings on the shelves and I started throwing them on the ground, screaming, "I HATE YOU!" at no one except Pic. Of course, I do not hate her. I wanted the bastard to hear my anger and rage. Pic looked at me. "Be what you need to be. It's ok. I'm here."

My correspondence to MY BEST BUD to get to this, THE MOVE.

Why don't you tell me which days would be the most inconvenient for [insert ex's name] and those are the days I would choose for him to get his crap out! Given my schedule and friends/family coming and going, I feel the best days would be Thursday and Friday, August 9/10 between the hours of 9 AM - 5 PM. No weekends are available.

He is to clean his bathroom -- it's disgusting, and generally leave the place in a good state given that most of the crap is his. The neighbors will be watching. My mom will generally be in the area but not at the house. But if I think he'll behave poorly, she will be present. And he and whoever is moving him should not show up before 9. Movers are fine but I have to be told which friends, if any, will be in my home, and I have to approve. In fact, I would say that no one is allowed in the home except for him and the movers.

He is to have no contact with me. No phone calls, no emails, nothing. He's dead to me. He's a fucking asshole and I hate him. There aren't enough bad words in the English language to describe him or his behavior towards me. I should have kicked him in the balls when I had a chance.

It will be a cold day in hell if this move inconveniences me. I've been inconvenienced enough. The the whole speel about his sleeping of your floor and at his parents, please spare me. He left. These are the consequences for his behavior.

Friday was pretty awful. A friend took me out to dinner and then I came home to my place, all alone. One of my best friend's from college called. Today was almost as hard as when he left. It will get better, she said. I sure hope so because I can't continue on like this.

I've been in bed all week. I am talking to a lawyer about what I can and cannot reveal about the revenge.