No, I’m pissed off. And beyond anxious. And massively broken-hearted.
On Friday, October 13, 2017, she finally got into her car (I turned over the title to her, so the car and the insurance are all hers now) and
started on the road to Portland for her new life. She spent a long time
planning her exit—everything from getting rid of things to getting an apartment
to getting new tires to giving a cat up for adoption. She did, indeed, do all
those things. She told me that she cleaned the condo (I own it; she paid rent) and got it down
to leaving some things she didn’t have time or the ability to bring to
Goodwill. They were tagged and organized for my use. I asked her to please
throw away her mattress and box spring, as they were definitely ready to go. She
said she would, no problem.
