there are times when you finally get your plans together, then someone goes and screws them all up for you. we're bring evicted. at the end of august. not because of the party we had once where the guy lit himself on fire. or the several times the pilot light blew out in the stove because of an open window, causing a gas leak. or even because of the giant planter i built on the back deck. our landlord needs a place to store his furniture while he puts the equity from his own house into his custom vacation mansion. what a insert expletive here.
i called. i cried. i told him about the emotional bond that he would be disrupting as we wind down our 7 years together with a wedding finale and around the world adventure. i riddled him with guilt. but i suspect it is futile. the deed is done. we are mad. and frustrated. and wondering where we are going to go. who will take us in for four months? can we stay together for the last few months, as single girlfriends in an urban family? will our perfectly planned ending be jarred by premature moving/storage/transient wandering? i can't foresee how this will work itself out. i think if i see the insert expletive here i may just do something we'll all regret.
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