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Continuing, since I hate having to scroll so far through one post...
We moved entirely out of the house in one day, thanks to Kim's parents and mine. We are now living with Kim's parents and the situation is less uncomfortable than I thought it would be.
Kim and I stopped by the house last night because Jondi had emailed me about the lease and said I had mail there. Now, as long as I am on that lease, I am legally responsible for the the condition of the house. As long as I am paying my part of the lease, I have every legal right to go there. Jondi obviously wants only the most minimal of interaction with me and never said anything about me still having keys. So I figured it best, when I noticed she wasn't home, to stop and get the mail then rather than asking her to drop it at my mom's or put in a big envelope and mail it to us or some other extra arrangement.
We've had a few emails back and forth concerning how the lease will be paid and while not friendly, they certainly lacked any hostile tone.
But then I set up the PayPal transfer and went to email her about it and to tell her about picking the mail up only to find a message with her bitching at me for coming to get my mail. Refer back to the legality of the lease for my response... it's a no-brainer.
Then I got curious. And just as I had figured, she had removed me from her friends lists and probably even has it set so that I don't see her online. Going a step further, just as I would predict, she has posted in her blog about these events with a clean and wonderful light shed on herself. I could vomit it's so skewed and yet so typical Jondi. She can actually go, in a single sentence, from saying how it is best for all of us to have seperated and then refer to us as the bad rubbish. She even has the nerve to talk about how the house is so much cleaner with us gone and how she doesn't have to deal with dirty dishes or clutter or cat shit anymore. Hello? McFly?? The house may be clean right now, but she rearranged everything so a single fit of total cleaning, which is another habit of hers, doesn't change anything. Her trailor was always a mess before I moved in there. Let's not talk about her room the whole time we were in that house. And we never drug any of our things into the front room so all of that mess was hers while we were there too. Cat shit? I was just upstairs, the floor is covered and I cleaned up there before we left so all of it belongs to her cats. Duh, Einstein... how can you NOT know which cats did it if ours are gone and there is a whole floor of fresh shit. The evidence is pretty conclusive to someone who thinks.
But then, all Jondi thinks about is herself, so who am I kidding by assuming she would ever paint herself as anything but the poor, abused victim in this situation.
Ford is online right now. Odds are she is too, then. I doubt I am allowed to talk to Ford any more, we barely got to talk before all this mess. Come to think of it, we've said less and less to each other as time's gone on. If she hasn't been all along, she's probably poisoning him to me.
That's about the only sad thing, I suppose.
We moved entirely out of the house in one day, thanks to Kim's parents and mine. We are now living with Kim's parents and the situation is less uncomfortable than I thought it would be.
Kim and I stopped by the house last night because Jondi had emailed me about the lease and said I had mail there. Now, as long as I am on that lease, I am legally responsible for the the condition of the house. As long as I am paying my part of the lease, I have every legal right to go there. Jondi obviously wants only the most minimal of interaction with me and never said anything about me still having keys. So I figured it best, when I noticed she wasn't home, to stop and get the mail then rather than asking her to drop it at my mom's or put in a big envelope and mail it to us or some other extra arrangement.
We've had a few emails back and forth concerning how the lease will be paid and while not friendly, they certainly lacked any hostile tone.
But then I set up the PayPal transfer and went to email her about it and to tell her about picking the mail up only to find a message with her bitching at me for coming to get my mail. Refer back to the legality of the lease for my response... it's a no-brainer.
Then I got curious. And just as I had figured, she had removed me from her friends lists and probably even has it set so that I don't see her online. Going a step further, just as I would predict, she has posted in her blog about these events with a clean and wonderful light shed on herself. I could vomit it's so skewed and yet so typical Jondi. She can actually go, in a single sentence, from saying how it is best for all of us to have seperated and then refer to us as the bad rubbish. She even has the nerve to talk about how the house is so much cleaner with us gone and how she doesn't have to deal with dirty dishes or clutter or cat shit anymore. Hello? McFly?? The house may be clean right now, but she rearranged everything so a single fit of total cleaning, which is another habit of hers, doesn't change anything. Her trailor was always a mess before I moved in there. Let's not talk about her room the whole time we were in that house. And we never drug any of our things into the front room so all of that mess was hers while we were there too. Cat shit? I was just upstairs, the floor is covered and I cleaned up there before we left so all of it belongs to her cats. Duh, Einstein... how can you NOT know which cats did it if ours are gone and there is a whole floor of fresh shit. The evidence is pretty conclusive to someone who thinks.
But then, all Jondi thinks about is herself, so who am I kidding by assuming she would ever paint herself as anything but the poor, abused victim in this situation.
Ford is online right now. Odds are she is too, then. I doubt I am allowed to talk to Ford any more, we barely got to talk before all this mess. Come to think of it, we've said less and less to each other as time's gone on. If she hasn't been all along, she's probably poisoning him to me.
That's about the only sad thing, I suppose.