Three days later...
Four days, 7 pages of emails, and several calls between lawyers later, she'll leave my belongings in the old place when she moves out (as requested two months ago) instead of moving it with her. In another week, I just may have my couch and my Gaiman and Vonnegut collections back. And a winter blanket.
This exchange would be absolutely hilarious if reading it in a novel. Instead, it's consumed far too much of my attention and energy this week. In the meantime, I've come down with a chest cold. Hopefully tomorrow won't involve hacking up wads of phlegm and I can actually go to work.
This exchange would be absolutely hilarious if reading it in a novel. Instead, it's consumed far too much of my attention and energy this week. In the meantime, I've come down with a chest cold. Hopefully tomorrow won't involve hacking up wads of phlegm and I can actually go to work.