IT IS NEVER GOING TO END

Tracy has finally contacted my attorney. After all these weeks.  Almost two months to the day from the day I got the restraining order.  Her stuff, her 85 boxes should have been gone a month ago.  Now she is finally able to get the email that has the inventory.  The first thing she says is it is missing things.  Good gosh.  85 boxes of stuff and she wants more.  MORE!  She wants two lamps.  She wants some "wedding presents".  I don't know what that means.  We didn't really get married but we had a ceremony to make a point and people gave us presents.  I guess she wants some of them.  She told me that she wanted a certain vase so she could throw it in the street.  Nice.

She also wanted to make sure a certain video tape got destroyed.  I already took care of that.  I took it to a company that destroys those types of things right in front of you.  I got a certified letter that it was destroyed.

I just feel like this is never going to end.  It is never going to end.  She is making this so difficult. It is just going to drag on forever.  I am going to have to live with 85 boxes in my home.  My garage is full of boxes and my dining room has boxes in a corner.  I am just over it.

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NEED TO GET RID OF TRACYS STUFF

For weeks I have been trying to figure out how to get rid of Tracy's stuff.  All 80 boxes.  It has become quite complicated.  Tracy has no address, I guess she is homeless and couch surfing.  I am unable to send her a certified letter.  She has told my attorney her email is messed up or she lost her iPad or something so my attorney can not send her an email.  Since there is no way to send her correspondence, there is no way to tell her to get her stuff out of the house.  She had a deadline but she left a message for my attorney stating she could not make the deadline and could she have a few more weeks.

Now I am stuck with her stuff.  I have been trying to figure out how to find out where she hangs out or where she is working or living so I can serve her with papers.  If I can't find out an address for her, I will have to go back to court and have the judge make a ruling.  This will take a long time.   I called the private investigator to see if he can help but without an address, there is nothing he can do.

I am stuck in limbo until I get an address or go to court.  I just want to get rid of her stuff out of my house.  I am tired of looking at it and thinking about it.

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ITEMS AND INVENTORY

When I boxed up all Tracy's stuff, I had to inventory and photograph all the stuff.  I have to admit that I didn't inventory every single item.  I boxed up clothes and wrote down clothes from dresser in bedroom.  I took a photo of the items in the box.

There were 78 boxes plus some items so it took two days to box up all the stuff, inventory it all and take the photographs.  And this was with two people.  It didn't help that half way through the first day, I dropped the camera and wiped out the photographs.  We had to open those boxes and retake the photos.  That put us back a bit.

After we were done, I typed the list of the boxes.  I sent it to my attorney and she sent it to Tracy.  This was supposed to facilitate Tracy coming to pick up her boxes.

Days went by and then Tracy called my attorney to say her email was not working or she lost her password or her iPad wasn't working or some excuse so she could not access her email and see the list.  My attorney tried to explain that she could access her email from any computer but Tracy got upset and unreasonable.  My attorney tried to get her to tell her a friend's email address but Tracy refused.  Then she tried to get Tracy to give her an address.  Tracy refused because she said she was homeless.  I think she is probably homeless but also paranoid and mentally ill.

Since there is no way to contact Tracy, I am stuck with her contents until she can be sent the inventory and a letter telling her she has 30 days to get the stuff out of my home.  Every day I have to see the boxes in my garage and in my dining room.  Ugh!

Just another way to continue to abuse the relationship.  I understand that she is probably homeless and stretched for money.  But I would honestly pay for a storage facility if she would just go rent one and get the crap out of my house.  But I refuse to once again "take care" of everything for her.  I will not hire movers, rent a truck, move her stuff to a storage unit that I pay for while she sits back and takes advantage of me once again.  I will stare at that stuff every day before I do that.

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PACKING BOXES

To get ready for the court date, I needed to pack up all Tracy's belongings so she could come collect them.  Once the temporary restraining order was granted, I had three weeks before I had to go back to court to request a permanent restraining order.  Once the permanent restraining order is granted, Tracy could arrange to come get her belongings.

I wanted to be ready for when she wanted to come pick up her stuff and I didn't want to live in a house staring at her belongings for a month.  So, I hired someone to come and help me pack up her belongings.  I told Sally, the girl I hired to help me pack, that this was going to be a tough job.  Tough because Tracy had A LOT of stuff but also it would be hard on me emotionally.  Not because the break up was hard because breaking up was not hard for me.  It was going to be hard because the process was going to make me angry and frustrated.

We started in the garage because despite the years of me asking Tracy to go through the boxes in the garage, she never did.  The boxes were full of crap.  Just a lot of junk.  A bag of keys, a bag of rocks, boxes and bags of toys (she has no kids), containers of art supplies (some never opened or used), boxes of clothes, and tons of crap.  It was so sad it was funny.  She was a hoarder and it was so much worse than I was aware.  Then we moved indoors.  She had tons of shoes and ties and sweaters and audio books and jackets.  It was overwhelming.  Then we moved upstairs and there were books and a whole box of National Geographics.  She had no kitchen stuff and no furniture.  Even so there were 80 boxes.  Eighty Boxes!  It takes up half my garage and part of my dining room.  It took the two of us two days working 8 hours a day.  We had to pack the boxes and inventory and photograph the contents.  Exhausting!

Only once did I get really upset. That was when I found a bag stuffed in the back of the cabinet in the bathroom.  It had Tracy's medicine unopened still in the pharmacy bags.  I was frustrated that she didn't take it but also frustrated that she didn't tell me and let me keep buying the medicine at full price and stuffing it under the sink.  Since she had not met her deductible, I had to pay the full price.  I can think of better things to use that money for that buying medicine she was not going to take but hide.

It felt good to box it all up and get it out of the house (almost!)

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