Message 2...
Carlie left me and I moved out.
Friday night I returned home from Sweden. I had been traveling for about 16 hours and I was 6 hours ahead of Orlando time. So you can imagine what kind of state I was in when she came to pick me up. In the first minute of the car ride I could tell something was wrong. After I said, "You don't seem too happy to see me. Start talking." she finally released the initial salvo. She told me that she was not happy and she was leaving. I asked her the obigatory, "Who have you been hanging out with?" and "Did you do something with someone else?" She told me it was not about that. We rode in silence pretty much the rest of the way home.
When we pulled into our place she stopped short of her parking spot. She handed me a letter and told me that she was going to be staying at a mutual friend's place. Without a word I exited the car, got my bags and headed inside. I noticed that she had moved her things into the spare bedroom. I also noticed that the house had no supplies. No food, no water, no toilet paper etc... I just wondered, "where has she been?"
I went outside and started chain-smoking as I opened her letter. U-Haul coupons fell out. I got a clear indication from that. She wrote that she had stopped missing me after three days of me being in Sweden. She also said that she had not been happy for the last year and had been "masking" her feelings. She wrote out some options for our living situation. She also wanted to keep "her" couches which I had just bought for our anniversary. Things were looking grim.
I just wandered around the house for the rest of the weekend remembering so many things. All of the sweet things that were said. All of the smiles. All of the laughs. What am I supposed to think of the last year?
Needless to say I had to scramble to find a place to live. I had options. I started looking on Monday and all of my options started to fall through. I could tell that the stress of the situation was taking its toll. I couldn't really eat and I was having problems with my breathing. I had 2 options left.
Tuesday I came home and found a note I was not expecting. Carlie had been there and left a note telling me that she would be coming home a day early. So I secured my place and luckily was able to move in that day. I grabbed a U-Haul and loaded everything that was mine and was out before she came home. It was raining the whole time and was absolutely miserable. Not to mention, when I dropped off the U-Haul I left the headlights on. It just seems that everything that could possible go wrong, did. It was so bad all I could do was laugh!
That brings us to now dear readers. I am embroiled in the fiasco of getting my name taken off of the lease. It lasts for three more months. The owner of the property does not seem to want to budge. He has not offered a break-lease fee, which I would happily pay. I am not going to risk my credit. I am not going to risk having to pay extra rent in case rent is not paid by her and whatever other occupant is staying there. There are too many risks with leaving my name on that lease. That is why I am consulting lawyers. It is a perk of working in the litigaion field!
I want the money that is owed to me by her. I want my name taken off of the lease. I want all of this done so that I have no more ties to her or those memories.
As of right now I am not going to say anything bad about Carlie. I am not upset. I think I may still be in shock. I also do not know what to believe. Will I ever know the truth about anything dealing with her? Will I ever know if there was an indiscretion? Probably not. Do I really need to know?
I do know that my life has changed and I'm ready to get on with it.