So I am newly single....well we went through the screaming fight at 3 in the morning, the name calling, the bucket of water being thrown over me (whilst I was in bed, dying of the flu) and of course the rant where he named all the girls he was going to sleep with now that I was out of his life. I then shouted "out". He refused, so I ended up pretending to call the police. A little dramatic? Perhaps, but he started it.
After ignoring each other for a full 3 days (the longest we've ever managed) I got a message saying "I am coming to collect my things tomorrow, make sure your brother is there to let me in." I happened to be in the car with two of my friends and all of his belongings. We had eight bin bags of clothes, a mini chest of drawers and a painting. We trekked to his Mum's house (where he was staying) at 8 in the evening on Sunday night.
In espionage fashion, we dumped all of his belongings on the drive outside his Mum's house and ran to the car. My phone was ringing. I didn't pick up. A message came through again, "I am coming to collect my things tomorrow, OKAY?"
"Look outside," I replied, from the safety of halfway down his street.
"Where?" he asked.
"Your house," I replied.
2 minutes later, my phone flashed again.
"I can't believe you," he texted.
So that was the end of my two year, live-in relationship.
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