*wiping my hands clean*

So, on Monday evening I sent this e-mail to Philip:

Subject: It’s got to end… 

Look, I understand what’s going on. I get it! I screwed up, and I know it and don’t deny it, and things are over. I accept that and am dealing with it. I would like to move on with my life. I think that I deserve some sort of explanation, but I know I’ll never get it from you. All I want now is my sewing machine from your house, then I can become a thing in your past. I will call you Saturday when I am on my way to pick it up. If we can’t arrange this ourselves, then I will call the police department and make arrangements that way. I really don’t want to do that, but so far my attempts to contact you have gone unnoticed. So, I will see you Saturday then.  

 Today I receive this in reply:

Your things will be in a black bag in the back of the truck. I will not be home much this weekend.  

What.An.Ass I can’t believe I wasted so much time, and so many tears on him. A broken heart heals so much faster when you realize how mch of an Ass he is…