After 5 weeks of cooperation, meetings, generally getting along, my ex boyfriend has struck again.
He has mood swings that go from deliriously nice to deliriously fucking difficult.
In a nutshell, he's a selfish cunt. Sorry I have no other words of appropriate explanation.
I go to Mozambique in a week. He pulled out of this yesterday saying he's made his own plans, leaving mine and his friends in the lurch. We're still going to go, but it's going to be rather difficult.
Then to top it off, he's threatening to break into my flat and take the rest of his stuff he said Third World Ant and I could use until the end of the month. This includes our two beds. He is living at home, so what the fuck is he going to do with two beds?
I said I'd make a time for him to collect his stuff when my parents are there, because I'm scared he'll trash my flat again. He says that he's going to file a theft charge in the meantime.
Am I in some sort of nightmare??
All I can do now is let him take his stuff, but somehow reason with him about the beds. How did I get myself in this situation? How did I put up with this for 5 years? This pattern of behaviour is so typical of him, and before I used to reason and beg him to stop being so irrational. Now I've run out of energy and patience and refuse to make excuses for his behaviour. Yet, I still feel responsible. Somehow.
I wonder what today will unfold. Either way, and judging from the last month, something will happen, and it won't be pleasant.