Thins first got "interesting"...
Things first got "interesting" for me and Susan a couple of weeks before she officially moved out on 12 April. Things were so amicable between us, I envisioned a world where she and I would go through everything together and make any decisions generously and magnanimously. Then we would both pack things up and move her into her new house. I aspired to a relationship where we both had keys to each others house in case of emergency, and we continued to get on well. Sadly, reality intervened. She organised relatives to come around and help her move out, and then she...just started packing things up. She just grabbed...whatever. Without telling me what she was grabbing or what she was leaving behind. I was too caught off guard to say anything. I did my best to just be one of the worker bees and to put things in the cars that were waiting. But I couldn't entirely hide my dis-ease with what was going on. I was doing my best to furtively glance in boxes to see what of our