Stbx was here last night. He hung out with some friends in the basement and got some more of his stuff. Around 11 he still hadn't left and I asked when he'd be leaving so I could lock the door and go to bed because it was alway really late. He seemed a little annoyed that I was asking him to leave because he was finally working on the list of stuff to be divided (remember yesterday he said that was "hard" and he didn't have a lot of time to do that, apparently hanging out in the basement was more important). Not my problem. Make the time, D is a lot of work!
