Yesterday, I drove across town to my ex's apartment, dumped her three-garbage-bags-worth of clothes (and other shit she left at my house) on the couch, gathered up my things, and bounced.
I knew she wasn't going to be there, so I did what I had to do. She left me and never got back her key.
Now, after THREE MONTHS of asking this bitch to produce my rings(the three things I didn't want to have her throw away in anger), I've finally got my shit back.
I feel like the relationship is actually over, now that her shit isn't occupying a giant space in my storage closet.
The girl calls me today, puts on her pretty voice and says "There's still some things here that I don't think you want to get rid of, and also some things I don't think you should have taken. I've got my mom's car and I'm gonna come see you in a bit."
Good, bitch. Go see me. I'm in Arkansas right now, 60 miles from my apartment.
I took only what was mine, and what I had promised her was hers on the grounds(internal, only in my head) that she could keep if we were still together.
I say all of this to warn you brehs that if I come up missing, I'm probably in jail because her parents might try to say I was breaking and entering.
But fuck it. Out of sight, out of mind.