Still more detachment, (less) anxiety and the joys of limbo

[Phoebe]

I felt like I had to break the darkness to be certain I wouldn't run into him at the house. Wish I hadn't felt like I needed to do that.

There is no way I am going to meet with him anywhere but on my own home turf if and when I see him again. He knows where I live and he can drive himself out there to tell me whatever he has to say.

I'm documenting what's gone from the house. I'm worried someone is going to break into our house, because it's becoming obvious that it's not occupied. He has just completely abdicated all responsibility. This was supposed to be his place to live in and care for, and now it's just going to pot while he lived in his stupid apartment. I'm so frustrated.