In my haste to get out, I completely forgot about keys! Kicking myself, they were right by the door and I could have easily picked mine up and left hers without discussion.
I wouldn’t want to go to her home without permission - I don’t want to give her an excuse to get upset. Plus, at this point, I absolutely would not like it if she let herself into my home, I no longer trust her. I now know she can be mean and nasty, perhaps even vindictive.
I sent her a text yesterday asking when would be a good time for me to drop off her possessions that she’d left in my home, and collect my own stuff at the same time, along with swapping back keys of course.
I have not had to break up with her, because in her mind, she did that herself when she said she wanted me to remove all my stuff that instant. Basically throwing me out!
She was extremely rude, shouting, her teen was home. I asked her to lower her voice so as to not alarm teen about what’s going on, but she told me that was none of my business. I suspect now that teen is used to seeing lots of this in the former family home. Teen must have heard her during middle of the night “haranguing and kicking gate” as well, and she had refused to lower her voice then, too.
She said she’d be out my way this morning and she’ll bring my things, and then we could have a talk about everything. I told her I didn’t feel ready to talk and wanted just a very brief meeting to swap our stuff and would be happy to do that if she could assure me there wouldn’t be any “upsets”.
At this point she became furious. Lots of long accusatory, emotionally blackmailing texts telling me off, about how ungrateful and selfish I am, all that she has done for me, she’d welcomed me into her home and family, how much I’m hurting her and making her want to regret ever falling in love, and that once I hurt her that much she wouldn’t ever be the same again… lots of stuff.
I said we should wait until we both feel calm again to return our things to one another, but if she could post my keys to me in the meantime and send those by recorded delivery, I would reimburse her and would be very grateful.
She said she’s now changed her mind, she will not be bringing my things to me, it was a favour and she no longer wished to do me a favour, but she was expecting her stuff and keys this morning, today, now. It was an order.
I felt it didn’t bode well, maybe she’ll destroy my stuff if she’s feeling this mean. Although I’ve removed the important bits already, and what remains isn’t irreplaceable, but it’s stuff I like and need and wouldn’t want to have to buy again.
I explained I’ve packed her stuff neatly and well, in good faith, and sent her a photo so she could see for herself. And then asked her would she please mind bringing my possessions along at the same time she’s collecting hers, since she is driving, and I on the other hand would need to do it by public transport. She refused.
I told her I would be seeking advice about this, because I was worried about her intent towards my things, I deliberately didn’t say from who, she I guess she could easily assume a solicitor or the police. She then said “threats” don’t work on her and she’d be arriving first thing to my home and expected her things to be ready and waiting.
I thought for a bit, thought I really don’t want to elongate this any more than it needs to be… I thought fine, I don’t want drama. I’ll go collect my stuff with a friend another time. I know it’s not good to allow her to think she can tell me what to do and railroad me, but I just want this to be over asap.
She came this morning. She was supposed to ring the bell, but didn’t, she let herself in, she knows she’s not supposed to do that… surprisingly, she had brought my things! We said hello, had a silent exchange of bags. She tried to hug me… saying “sorry” very quietly. I didn’t hug her back, wished her a safe journey home, and closed the door with my key in my hand. The hug did feel good, and there was a crazy part of my mind that almost wanted to sink into it and pretend none of this had ever happened, but I resisted. It was hard.
I’m surprised, and amazed I got my stuff so easily. No more ties.