Gone for Good

When I came home and my key didn't work I remembered that the locks were getting changed, so I ran downstairs and looked in the common closet for keys. None were there. I almost freaked out, but then I just tried to open my door and it was unlocked. There was a set of keys on the stove, and the smell of fresh paint was overwhelming enough to get me high realquick.

I peeked into ex-roomate's room, unlocked and wide open, and saw painted walls, a vacuumed floor and nothing but emptiness. I didn't know if she had actually taken all her stuff or if the carpenter had thrown out whatever was left in the room.

So I gave him a call. I thanked him for changing the locks and I asked if the room was empty or if he had thrown stuff out. (Even though we're not friends anymore, I would never throw out someone else's stuff). He told me the room was empty.

PERFECT!

I took the new keys and tried them on the lock... the lock didn't turn. I tried my old keys. Nope. I tried the keys to the common front door. Nope.

I called the carpenter back to let him know that the keys don't work, and while some may think I'm paranoid (actually i'm a little drunk) I just don't want her to ever come back. I don't even want her mule of a boyfriend coming by to transport her stuff out for her.

I don't want to know that ex-roomate ever existed.

I could manage to leave my doors unlocked for a bit. As stupid as it may be, I do actually feel safe in my neighborhood... but again I don't want her coming into into my apartment. Ever.

And now that the carpenter is heading back to my place to get me the correct keys, I won't ever have to worry about her again. Ex-roomate, ex-friend, non-existent... Gone For GOOD! All I retain and hold onto is more education on what a good friend embodies.

Let's just hope I get her half of electricity for August!