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....
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3 comments:
So good to hear - I wish you the best and plenty more fun; I used to always weaken after a few mellow drinks ) I am full of admiration
Good for you standing firm is the best way to go. Hope the move went well.
OH MY GOD !!! 33 missed calls is NOT normal behaviour, locked out or not... yes good idea to move for your own safety !!!
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