The Day Rachael Moved Out

Everyone's been asking what in the world happened, so here it is.

Now, before I start explaining about the day Rachael moved out, I'll be fair. About a month ago, Rachael recognized how huge of a turn off her craziness has been, and has tried to rectify it. Her assaults on my personality went from a daily occurance, to an every-other-day occurance, then a sharp decrease to once every few weeks. She conciouslly made the decision of "is this worth fighting about" and resisted, which made living with her a LOT easier.

Okay, now to the story. Saturday, August 4th. We were both nursing wine hangovers. We went to the pool. After about four hours of sitting at the pool, swimming, and sweating out the hangover, a girl showed up. It's a girl I met before who tried to talk to me, but out of respect to Rachael, I ignored her. Rachael saw this and tried to get me to leave. I was very quiet. Rachael asked if I was upset because of the girl, and I said yes. About five minutes later, tension is growing between Rachael and I. Rachael (sarcasticlly?) says "I'll go tell her that you like her, since it's obvious you want nothing to do with me." I told her no, flat out. That's bad form on so many levels. After another minute of tension, she says something to the effect of "Do I really not mean anything to you?" I don't remember exactly what she said, but it doesn't really matter. The end result is the same: she stood up and said "I'm going to go tell her you're an asshole, and that you broke my heart."

She stood up and walked accross the pool to go tell the girl.

For journalistic integrity reasons, I'll admit that I didn't actually see her say anything to the girl. During this time I was getting dressed, and leaving the pool as quickly as possible.

I storm back to my apartment, with Rachael close behind me. I go into my room and close and lock the door. Rachael knocks on the door and says she needs her phone. I give her the phone the push the door closed again. Rachael says through the door "Why won't you talk to me!?"
I again don't remember the exact words, but I said something to the effect of "Because I don't want to be around you right now."
Through tears, she said "Walter you're hurting me!" to which I wanted to say "Now you feel the way I do," but I think instead I said "Good."

A few minutes later I went to take my puppy out. She tried to block my way. I told her "You and I are not dating. You and I will never date. I care about you a lot, but we are not more than friends."

Then, she made a big scene about going back to New York. I feel like she was hoping I'd stop her, although that's just speculation on my part. In any event, instead of stopping her, I went to make sure she had enough gas in her car, I helped put her dog in the car, and asked when she'd be back.

She left about ten minutes later, and I went to dinner. She called me about half an hour later, while I was at dinner, saying she was coming back. I told her I might not be there when she got back.

Another half an hour later, I get a call from Jessica (yeah, Jessica) telling me that Rachael was moving out.

Sunday, Rachael's friend came down from New York and moved her out.

I got a roommate in order to help ease my financial strain. In order to accomodate two people, I moved into a two bedroom. Now I'm paying rent for two people. But I guess that's a small price to pay for my sanity.