originally written February 27, 2014
One morning when I was eight months pregnant, my boyfriend, the father to be and I had an argument. I don't recall what it was about. I am sure I was a lot to handle with my hormones in full gear all over the place, and I handled my life very much different at that time, many unhealthy habits, behaviors, and just not happy, such as it was.
I have to go back a bit before this day. When my boyfriend and I moved in, on move in day after the movers left, I declared that I wanted to organize the kitchen, I had deemed myself kitchen organizer. (at this time I would have been about four months pregnant) Well my boyfriend replied, " I didn't agree that you could organize the kitchen!" He said "Maybe I want the pots and pans under the kitchen sink, maybe I want to have the glasses on the bottom shelf." his response took me by surprise. Most guys would think "Great she wants to unload the boxes...I'll have a beer!" I said "Well most people wouldn't put the pots and pans under the kitchen sink, and they would have glasses in a cupboard near the fridge." He said "Well maybe that's where I want them." I was very upset, however I dismissed his behavior. So I decided I will unpack my things and he can unpack his own things. I had owned and brought the majority of the household belongings.
My boyfriend had packed his clothes in big black garbage bags, there were two or three of them. Now a few weeks had gone by and he hadn't unpacked these garbage bags or hung any of his clothes, so me being a very organized person, and I was getting the "nest" ready for our baby, I was sick of seeing the garbage bags and clothes lying on the floor. He was using the garbage bags as his closest, he did not want to unpack them. So I made him a deal I said " If you hang up all your clothes, in the closet, I will do your laundry and wash all your clothes." They still sat there for a few more weeks, and I kept anteing up I said "I will do your laundry for the rest of your life, all you have to do is hang them up once initially." It was after all his share of the unpacking. He wasn't budging.
So now back to the one morning we had an argument.
Again I cannot recall what we argued about, but I was upset and I was in the bedroom crying, and I had fallen asleep. (I am eight months pregnant now) While I was sleeping, he was packing up what little belongings he had brought with him, and was loading up his jeep. I must have woken up from the ruckus or a noise and when I walked out of the bedroom I could see his stuff was missing, like stuff that shouldn't have been gone, and I went to the balcony (we were second floor up) and I saw him scurrying around his jeep, throwing stuff in it as fast as possible. I yelled to him "What are you doing?" He didn't say anything, but I knew what he was doing. So I went into the bedroom and grabbed the two big giant black garbage bags filled with his clothes and I came back to the balcony and yelled "Don't forget your clothes!" and I dumped them out of the bags, over the balcony, and his clothes flew all over the side-walk and street, I watched him gather them up and throw them in his jeep before he finally drove off.
And that was it. He never talked to me about it. I didn't think he would actually leave. I want to say I did not see it coming, but I think I did.
I thought my story of how he left me was unique, and it would definitely be one of the 50 ways to leave your lover.
He just slipped out the back, Jack
He made a new plan, Stan
He didn't need to be coy, Roy
He was just setting me free
He hopped on the bus, Gus
We didn't need to discuss much
He just dropped off the key, Lee
And just let me free.
secrets of my soul