I called Greg’s step mother Connie
last weekend and told her to let Greg know that at 1pm on October 20 I was
going to start dragging Greg’s stuff outside.
Greg and his Dad were here on Wednesday and Friday and to no one’s
surprise did not show up on Saturday.
Again I called Connie and said the stuff was going out on Monday when I
got home from work. My stomach was upset
all Monday morning. I got home at lunch
to find Greg had left 3 messages on my voice mail saying he can’t move the
stuff until Wednesday. I spent the next
half hour throwing up and ended up not going back to work. Greg and his Dad did come over and I was
hoping they were going to finally take everything but no such luck. My stomach was still pretty upset Tuesday so
booked off work sick. I am determined
that whatever stuff of Greg’s is left in the garage when I get home from work
on Wednesday I am taking it outside. I
am not making a phone call about it in advance.
The garage door is unlocked so Greg can access the garage to get his
crap while I am at work on Wednesday. I
need this to be done. I can’t start to
heal and/or move on when every time I walk out my front door or pull in my
driveway I am faced with Greg’s motorcycle in my driveway. I cannot keep going on like this. I am sure all this crap is what is causing my
ongoing stomach problems. It was July 23
when I told Greg it was over and today is October 23. I made things way too good for Greg here and
he does not want to let go but I am so very done!
Oh, for pete's sake, pay to have his stuff carted off to an isolated spot. There are a few personal problems which can be solved by a suitable application of high explosives. :)
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