post fifteen - back to normal?

Righty-ho.

I am in my new home. The people who I'm lodging with are all lovely, except they are all studying the same thing so I feel a teeny bit left out. Especially because at the moment they are all downstairs at the moment doing a group project and I'm sat in my room reading Jules et Jim. Which is the most uninteresting book. Ever.

I also have the flu. This isn't what I had envisaged for my first few nights at the new place, but hopefully it will go away soon.

According to one of my old housemates, the ex SCREAMED at everyone else in the house when he realised I had gone. Apparently they should have stopped me from going. They quickly put him straight. Sunday night I received a torrent of abuse via text, voicemail and email. And yesterday I saw him walk past the front of my house on his way to work. Fortunately I have parked my car elsewhere to deter him, as I don't want him to know where I live, although this being an exceedingly small town I doubt it would take him long to figure it out!

So now hopefully my life can regain some aspects of normality...

post fourteen - moving on up..

This weekend I am moving house. It is costing me a lot of money to do so, but I think in terms of my personal happiness it will be for the best.

These past few weeks have been completely unbearable, as most of you will completely understand. Last night however I knew I had made the right decision. I was out getting very drunk with all my single friends (and being chatted up by an extremely nice young man), when I looked at my phone. 33 missed calls, 7 texts, 4 voicemails.

Apparently he had locked himself out. The thought hadn't occurred to him, however, that he could have knocked on the door and the other people we live with might have let him in. I stood firm, and ignored it all.

Two thirty in the morning however, when I roll in from my night out, he is sat on the stairs waiting for me, with a Valentines present - a book of love poetry.

Then this morning, he walks into my room without knocking, when I have just got out of the shower and am completely naked. I screamed at him to get out, and all he did was smirk and say 'Don't worry, I've seen it all before.'

He is going to Glasgow tomorrow. I am moving on Saturday. I wish I could be there on Sunday to see his face when he comes into my room and discovers I'm not there....

post thirteen

This has been another bad week.

He has now finished with the new girl, and wants to get back with me. Except I don't want him back. Every time I tell him no, he goes running back to her. I wish he would bloody well stay there.

On Wednesday I got back from a lecture to find my room (which doesn't have a lock on it for health and safety reasons - landlord) turned upside down. Every card, letter, present, photgraph, everything we ever shared was strewn all over the place.

That same night, I got back from the club (see previous post, he decided not to go thank god) to find him in my bed. Then he wouldn't leave. Only to leave after an hour and then come back 5 minutes later and GET INTO BED WITH ME!

Now, every time I 'have a go' at him, I 'make him go depressed and feel suicidal'.

I'm sorry that he feels like this (if he honestly does) but I haven't done that, this whole situation is completely his doing. It's the guilt trips that are getting on my nerves now.

I am looking for alternative accommodation, as he won't. the Bugger.