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My ex and I lived together for like a year and then we broke up. Since we broke up and he moved out almost a year ago he's kept his furniture here. Two dressers and a tv. It was a big deal at first because I was under the impression when his parents moved out of their apartment and back into their house they were renting out he was going to come pick up his stuff. Well that day came and went and his stuff is still here.
So we were cool for a while because we were having casual sex on and off but now we're fighting again because he's just being an asshole. He kept making plans with me and then flaking out at the very last moment or not letting me know he's not showing up at all. Obviously I think that's rude and disrespectful and he gets mad at me for getting mad at him. So I'm just like fuck it, we can't be bf and gf, we can't be friends with benefits, we can't even be friends and I really just want to cut him out of my life for good. Now I feel like his stuff being here makes me mad about the situation all over again so I get my revenge by picking out my cat's eye boogers and rubbing them on his dresser because I hate him.
Sadly, my furniture revenge isn't doing anything to get this shit out of here so I decided to try to be civil (for once lol) and I messaged him in the morning just saying "hey I'm sorry I flipped out and I just want to talk about your furniture situation and get it figured out" he doesn't respond to me. On certain days he works at the community college that I work and I know his schedule so I wait until I know for sure he's out of work and I text him again, no answer again. I wait until the end of the day and I'm just like "hay boy if you don't respond to me I'm going to go to your 7/11 job and knock over all the cupcake displays" CLEARLY JOKING. And he totally flips shit on me calling me immature and crazy and telling me to stay away from his job. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE WORKS, I just know it's at a 7/11 and there's like 10,000 of those bitches. And why would I travel all the way to a 7/11 just to knock over my favorite desserts? What kind of person does he think I am?
So at this point I'm just tired of trying. I remember I talked to a cop a while ago and he said that it's county law if you put someone's property outside and something happens to it you become financially responsible for it. but at this point I'm like, it's been here for a damn year, and I'm moving out in May. What am I supposed to do then?
I'm over this entire situation. I'm at the point where I just want to stay in my room, smoke pot and stay foreveralone filling the void with cats for the rest of my life. It could be fun.
So we were cool for a while because we were having casual sex on and off but now we're fighting again because he's just being an asshole. He kept making plans with me and then flaking out at the very last moment or not letting me know he's not showing up at all. Obviously I think that's rude and disrespectful and he gets mad at me for getting mad at him. So I'm just like fuck it, we can't be bf and gf, we can't be friends with benefits, we can't even be friends and I really just want to cut him out of my life for good. Now I feel like his stuff being here makes me mad about the situation all over again so I get my revenge by picking out my cat's eye boogers and rubbing them on his dresser because I hate him.
Sadly, my furniture revenge isn't doing anything to get this shit out of here so I decided to try to be civil (for once lol) and I messaged him in the morning just saying "hey I'm sorry I flipped out and I just want to talk about your furniture situation and get it figured out" he doesn't respond to me. On certain days he works at the community college that I work and I know his schedule so I wait until I know for sure he's out of work and I text him again, no answer again. I wait until the end of the day and I'm just like "hay boy if you don't respond to me I'm going to go to your 7/11 job and knock over all the cupcake displays" CLEARLY JOKING. And he totally flips shit on me calling me immature and crazy and telling me to stay away from his job. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE WORKS, I just know it's at a 7/11 and there's like 10,000 of those bitches. And why would I travel all the way to a 7/11 just to knock over my favorite desserts? What kind of person does he think I am?
So at this point I'm just tired of trying. I remember I talked to a cop a while ago and he said that it's county law if you put someone's property outside and something happens to it you become financially responsible for it. but at this point I'm like, it's been here for a damn year, and I'm moving out in May. What am I supposed to do then?
I'm over this entire situation. I'm at the point where I just want to stay in my room, smoke pot and stay foreveralone filling the void with cats for the rest of my life. It could be fun.
I think fire.