She should have moved out, but actually did not until late in the evening on December 20, with another visit to pick up forgotten items the next morning. Remember, I had asked her to be completely gone by December 17. I spent those intervening days muttering “words can’t describe” and “it feels like my head is going to explode” or simply “my head a splode” when anyone inquired how I was doing. I resorted to taking a beloved Mr. X (xanax) exactly once. Now I only have 28 left.
I watched our mutual friend lovingly and patiently help her pack boxes, M would hand AM an item, they would talk about the item, M would instruct AM how and where to place the item. It took hours just to pack a few boxes. Somehow she allowed AM to pack the kitchen cupboards unsupervised, so I secretly helped. Whenever I suspected M was coming, I ran and hid. M had threatened to call the police if I touched her things.
And now she’s gone. Yay. And that’s my excuse for failing to keep up with Reverb12.