I wanted to title this entry something like “The bitch is gone” or “Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead” or something equally horrible, but I’m having a hard time working up hate lately.

Oh, don’t get me wrong; I still find her behavior completely reprehensible, but I’m starting to see that the woman’s so incredibly fucked up that she may not know how wrong she was. She’d left a note on the mirror for Jeff claiming to love him more than anything, and that just made me stop with my jaw open in amazement. Yes, we left it there. Burning the artifacts is his privilege.

That’s how you treat someone that you “love more than anything?” You treat them like dirt, use them, stomp all over their hearts, cheat on them at the very first opportunity, and at the lowest of times? Man, that’s fucked up, and if that’s how she treats someone she professes to love, may a god who may or may not exist have mercy on her child. Because that kid’s doomed unless she pulls her head out of her ass, and fast.

I will say one thing for her though; she has behaved with more grace in the last few days than I would have expected from her. She seems to be feeling remorse (although I’m excruciatingly cynical about that) and she did at least leave the house clean. It actually smelled good when we walked in, which surprised the hell out of me.

We had less to do than we’d anticipated: change the locks, clean out the refrigerators, document the condition of the house, and shut off certain electrical circuits. It only took our crew of four a couple of hours. Now it’s down to the executions of some low-level maintenance plans to keep his house looked as lived-in as possible; one of us will be up there every week or so, and a lady who lives in the area has a key as well.

And if I feel relieved, I can’t imagine how much better Jeff feels. Good, as things are looking just a little tense over there lately, and he’s developed a disconcerting new habit of riding in helicopters. I do wish he’d stop that, and go mess with plumbing like a proper water guy!