Two mice running around in a light bulb.
That’s right. I’m talking to you J. You think every Reddit post is about you but this is actually is.
You’ve forced my hand by refusing to communicate with me.
There are two ways this can go, but there is only one outcome. You get to decide if you want to do it the easy way or the much more complicated way that’s definitely going to piss you off and ruin your day.
I would recommend making this easier for all of us, especially for her, because the stress of learning the whole truth could be detrimental to her recovery. I would prefer to spare her that pain and let you two continue on your true love story.
So you can let me back in, and let me stay until my departure without any problems, or I will have no choice to take the decision away from you. I don’t want to do that. I’ve waited long enough. I’ve allowed you to try to humiliate me and make me suffer, but what you don’t realize is that you’re only humiliating yourself. You have no idea how your recent actions have made the people around you see you in a whole new light. And it’s not good.
What I’m giving you right now is an opportunity. An opportunity to salvage your self respect and the ability for you to make choices. Don’t make me take the choice away from you and have you compelled into letting me back in. I don’t want to do that. You can still be the one in charge and making the decisions, just make the right one. I won’t be around for much longer and once I’m gone you never have to deal with me ever again. I promise.
Don’t think that this has anything to do with me wanting to be close to you or interfering with your true love story. Quite the opposite actually, you know how much I don’t like to touch dirty things, so she has nothing to be worried about.
You have until it gets dark out. You know how to contact me.
-Snarl
Also, if my presence bothers her so much, why do you want to keep so many of my things or any of the reminders of how much better I made that place when I was there? It would make more sense to me for you to get rid of everything I brought into that house. Don’t you think that if she comes back, she’s going to see me in every little thing. She will be bothered and you know that she will destroy those things because I gave them to you. She’ll never let you keep them. You don’t get to have nice things in the gutter. Why do you think she trashed your house? So it would feel more like home. Duh.