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Well this weekend has been an emotional roller coaster.
I had such an amazing time with my friends.
And I truly can't complain about anything that happened when I was with them.
But needless to say that things at home are strained.
I woke up saturday morning to the sound of things being moved around my house.
So I decided to investigate.
In my driveway there was an enormous dumpster with a lot of stuff in it.
I found some stuff that I thought my mom would want to keep and as I tried to show each item to her, Rob would either interject a protest about throwing it away, or he would actually try to grab the item out of my hands.
Do I look like someone who can be walked all over?
Do you think I'll go down without a fight?
Think again.
In the garage there were a few boxes labeled as mine.
Every time I picked something out of the box to look at it, Rob would say "Throw it away, Jen." or "It's trash, toss it." or my favorite "Let it go Jen."
...
I'm sorry, is this your stuff?
Are you throwing away memories of your childhood?
I didn't think so.
You're a third party, and if I want to keep my Padme Amidala barbie doll, I will!
i know it may sound childish, but this is my stuff.
He wants me to throw away my books.
Has anyone ever known me to throw away books?
No.
Never.
I have a feeling he got ahold of a few of my things and tossed them, but most of the stuff I wanted to keep, is safe in my room.
I wish Francesca were here.
At least she'd be complaining silently with me.
ugh..I'm sorry if this is a stupid post.
I'm truly pissed off.