So for the next couple of days, I quietly packed stuff in my room. A* had intended to bring the boxes to me on Friday night but got stuck in a three hour traffic jam. I was panicking a little because it was hard to pack from the position of being on my butt or on the crutches. She was finally able to make it on Saturday afternoon with the boxes.

P* also came on Saturday afternoon to take the crutches back to the local pharmacy and A* was bringing a pair from Boissy so that I could still get around.

Later that afternoon, my roommate came home and the first thing that she did was ask me if it was true that I was moving. I answered with a simple, yes. She then went off telling me how childish I was etc. etc. I just listened to her go on and on. To me, it wasn't worth an argument of any sort. She finally left the room but came back not to long after with the telephone in her hand. She told me that her dad wanted to talk to me. I didn't really want to but nevertheless took the headset in hand.

First he asked me if it was true and then he went on to tell me that I should be paying for the month of March as I hadn't given any notice. I told him about the sequence of events and how there had been no consideration given to me for my situation and there was no surety to how long I had. I explained that I had ben put in a position of terror and that this was not acceptable. He kept trying to talk me into staying and saying that I would have a certain amount of time for sure. I just said I would think about it as he wasn't hearing or acknowledging my side at all. I gave the phone back to my roommate and thought it was done.

I was wrong. My roommate came back to tell me how it had all been a miscommunication and that it would be better for both of us if I stayed for the next 2 months and it would be guaranteed that I had all that time even if she found another place. Again, I just said that I would think about it. Seriously, how can I have a conversation with trust when they are just glossing over what was said and not even saying sorry for putting me into such an untenable nightmare. I felt no more loyalty.

The next morning I finished packing. My friends showed up and A* came with the truck and another friend. We packed up the truck in just over an hour. At the very end, I was sitting at the table with nothing left in the apartment except M*s bag and jacket. My roommate came out of her room finally, said nothing, went to the bathroom, and then went back to her room. Taking a last look at my view of the Eiffel Tower, I picked up M*'s bag and jacket, left the keys on the table and went downstairs. It was done.

Oh and I took the half of the futon that my roommate made me pay for when she moved in. She didn't tell me that I was paying for half of it until after she had bought it and brought it home. So I took the mattress half. I needed a bed to sleep on.