So it's over

My drama dealing with this relationship is now over. I left him. In a calculated event, my belongings are gone from his residence. I'm hurt!

What happened you wonder?

Well, one argument to many and he said one thing you do not say to someone living in your home...DON'T GO HOME. As if I'm no longer allowed in his house. That statement sent me into a plan to move immediately. I am mother. You will not put me and my children out of your house. So before he could make that attempt, I started making plans to move. He had every opportunity to apologize for the statement and say he didn't mean it. He could have said something. But he said nothing. He treated me nasty those last days. I allowed him to talk to me any kind of way he wanted. Only because I knew what my plan was. I was moving. He didn't know i was doing this.

That Wednesday, i called my father to see if we can move with him temporarily. Of course he said. Then I took the next 2 days off of work. I contacted movers and i began doing all the things you do when you move. Scheduling disconnects and service transfers. Mail is going to be rerouted, etc. He was going to be out of town that Friday, so it worked out great. Fate set in. This has to happen now. There is no better time to do this with as less drama as possible.

Wednesday on lunch, i get my storage unit.

Thursday I'm off and I told him I was in training. But I was moving small items and washing my children clothes. getting them ready to move. I visit my family and spend time talking to them about the situation. Then I went and picked up the kids.

Friday, i got up like usual. He was still being nasty to me. Not knowing I was going to move. I was hoping for him to show some signs of kindness. But there were none. I moved all my stuff by noon. I went and picked up his son by 3:30pm from school. After several text messages back and forth all day and the majority from his end being nasty, I had enough. When we got back to his house, I told him that I was moving and he'll need to come home after his out of town conference.

That sent him into immediate nasty mode. Even though, I was still watching his son, he was still being nasty and hateful. Making it seem like I was mistreating his child and stealing his items from his house. I told him that the only thing that I was taking were my belongings.

Now that I'm out, I miss him like crazy. But, this was necessary. This is what needed to happen. He has since apologized for his actions, but should it seriously take this for him to realize that he was screwing up. My children and I are now gone. His son is with his parents. He's now home alone. His family is gone. When will some men learn to appreciate what they have?