Moved out Twice

Fortunately I never married the woman I lived with, because I had to move out twice in one year.  It doesnt really matter if you pay the bills, or the mortgage, it will always be her house.  And she kicked me out not once but two times.  Maybe shes like that because I came back to her, so she took advantage of it, but the truth is that Im tired of moving furniture around.

The first time we got in a fight we had just moved in together and we were coming home from Ikea. I had spent about 2000 dollars on girlish furniture for our apartment that I didnt even like in the first place. Wed been at it for days until she finally saw what she wanted and made up her mind to get it. I was pretty tired that day and didnt want to talk, but she began to go on about how we would arrange our furniture and how we had to be home for delivery and how everything had to be perfectly arranged. I didnt say anything and just let her ramble about how it was such a good idea that we had picked everything together. Suddenly, the bomb came off: Why arent you speaking? Dont you care?

I told her I was happy she had chosen things she liked. It was as if I had stepped on her corns. She got angry as I had never seen her before.   After she screamed at me all the way home, she stopped and didnt talk to me for the rest of the evening and night.  The next day, I went to work early. I thought she had forgotten the subject.

About at noon, I got a call from the moving company.  The movers wanted to know where to deliver my stuff.  I was confused and told them there had been a mistake and I was not moving, I thought it was the delivery people from Ikea, so I gave them my home address.  They called back after a few minutes telling me that address was the pick up address, not the delivery address.

This is when I began to worry. I called home and she said she had hired a moving company to take all my things away because since I didnt care about our apartment, I wouldnt care either about moving out of it. Just a little wrong, she was. I called a friend and asked him if I could crash for a few days at his place and drop my stuff at his storage room. So I spoke to the movers and they delivered my stuff at his place on that afternoon. I almost lost my job because of this joke.

When I got to my friends house to receive my move, the movers delivered my clothes, a couch, and a plasma TV. I had nothing to place in storage. So I had stayed at my friends house for about a week when she called me. We started meeting again, and again, and again, and before the end of the month I was back at our place, good as new, happier than ever.

Our place was turning into a peaceful home; we even got a dog, when she lost it again about 3 months ago.  She began to complain about the dog not going out to walk enough. She wanted the dog in the first place and I was the one taking him out every evening, and picking up after him. This time we got in a fight about the dog and how he was getting fat and hairy all over the place.

This time she didnt have to kick me out, as soon as I heard her speak like that, I flashed myself into the future and imagined us with a child. I couldnt bear the site. So I called the movers myself. They came the next morning. Luckily for me it was not a very strong moving season so they had moving availability the next day.  I took everything.  I had them pack even the toilet paper.  I told the movers to leave all of her stuff but to take everything I had paid for.  Since I hadnt had time to rent an apartment, I took all that stuff into storage.  They had my move delivered to a warehouse where I had full access anytime.

A few weeks later I was moving to my new bachelors apartment. The same movers again helped me with this move from the storage to the apartment.  They were very helpful and even nice to me, as they cheered me up and encouraged me to keep on with my life, (since they had witnessed the whole break up and all).

Today I feel a lot better.  Next time I fall in love I will be looking out for beware signs before I move in with someone. I like living alone, not having to worry about when Im going to be moved out of my house, or how much extra I have to pay for last minute moves into storage. I feel just fine like this.

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