He's not saying I cannot have my things, but he's making it difficult, so I'm dragging my feet.
I would have to bring people over (because him and his friends will be there) and I will be very rushed, and there are things like documents and such that I need time to look around, I wouldn't know what else I'm missing and where to look until I get inside. I only get one shot at it, I want to make it right.
Involving authority would yield the same result as above. I have to tough it out.
I wake up with a pain in my chest. I don't know where people with children get their strength. You promise to love and cherish each other for the rest of your life, only to be treated worse than a stranger.
