WORKING WITH YOUR EX PART IV

MOVE ON

I’ve never packed up as fast as I did that weekend in my whole life. I stayed up all night Saturday packing, and I packed all day Sunday. By Monday, I was about 85% packed and I reserved a U-Haul truck for Wednesday. 

I needed to get out of there stat, pronto. This man was going to keep trying to act like everything was ok for as long as I was living with him, and that shit messes with your mind.

You can fuck all the way off.

Wednesday morning, just before the D-bag left for work, he started crying and saying how sorry he was that he couldn't make me happy (you can eat a bag of dicks).

Oh, now you crying?

I didn’t cry because I was way past being sad now. I was pissed off that I moved in with him, that he asked me to move in with him in the first place. All of this moving back and forth is costing me time and money! And time is money, so that’s double money!

That rat bastard cost me $100s in moving fees.

Anyway, back at the scene of the crime with my U-Haul truck, my dad and uncle arrive and we pack up and roll the fuck out.

My dad offered to trash his house before we took off but I declined. I'm not a scumbag.

I leave my set of keys on the counter, roll out and I immediately feel a sense of relief.

It's better to have loved and lost than to live with a self-absorbed asshole who can't put on his big boy pants for the rest of your life.