Today is the day XH swore he was coming to pick up his 'stuff', whatever that means. The locks are changed, doors underneath the knobs. Everything secure. We'll see how far he is willing to take this. Had BFF's hubby help me move my mattress and sofa last night to storage. Truck is full of more stuff today. This is all so ridiculous. I'll probably get home this afternoon and find the birdhouses gone or the dog bowl. Perhaps he'll want to dig up our dead cat just for sentimental reasons.
For the most part, I am living in the guest bedroom. The rest of the house looks like a war zone. At this rate, I may be living in the storage building!
