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The Coward’s Way Out

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I moved with my boyfriend into our first and only apartment together; we blended our things and then he changed jobs. I was working split days (so only one day off at a time) and he worked graveyard. It wasn’t easy but I thought it was doable.

This was the first time I had lived with a boyfriend, and it was his first adventure out of his parents’ home. He was 20 and I was 19 at the time. I had already been out of my parents home for over a year at this point.

We had lived together for almost a month when I came home from work and noticed the T.V. was gone, yet the boyfriend’s socks and underwear from the night before were still in front of the space. My first thought was “There’s been a robbery!” I was preparing to call the police and make a report but wanted to have all my information correct. So I retraced my steps; the door and lock were fine, so I investigated further and found that only his stuff was missing – but not all of it. He had left two really large bookcases and of course the socks and underwear.

I started the search for him – this was before cell phones. I called his parents home and was informed by his dad that his idiot son did move back home and yes, he did tell him to call me. He was sorry that his son had done┬áthis.

Then the new ex’s best bruh called and wanted to know when I was working next, so that they could pick up the bookcases. I told him┬áthat the locks were being changed, and the phone number was next. The retrieval of the bookcases would have to wait until the ex paid me for his share of the deposit, the phone and the new lock; and of course it would have to happen when I was off work.

No, there wasn’t a break in, just a coward dumping the girl that was supposed to have been his dream girl. All because he couldn’t be bothered to pick up his underwear and socks, or his junk food wrappers.

If you are wondering, he did pay me and get his bookcases but the socks and underwear were vacated that day to a nearby dumpster.