The next day I went to see T—– at work to find out what was going on. It took me all day to work up the courage to go, but around 7 PM I finally went to her work. When I got there I went inside and asked her if we could talk, she said yes and came outside. When she got outside she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket. That’s when I knew it was all over.
Anyone who knows me can tell you what I think of smoking; it’s FUCKING disgusting. That’s all it is, FUCKING DISGUSTING! And Teresa had not smoked in almost two years, since we had started to date because of my thoughts on it. Now she lit a cigarette right in front of me and began to smoke like she had never quit. I did not know what to say.
Over the next hour or so I begged and pleaded to know what I had done wrong and why she was leaving me… all I got out of her was apologies and ‘I love someone else’ over and over again. She said that she wanted to get the rest of her stuff from the house, and she would get the lease changed so it was just in her name… etc, etc, etc.
It was the worst day of my life… I left her and cried all night, I new I would never see M—— again. That the past two years of my life where meaningless, that I had to start over. Anyway the next afternoon my mother and I went to see T—– at work, we went to get the house keys from her and to set up a time for her to come to the house and get her stuff. I could not go in, so my mother went in to talk to her… I owe my mother so much….
So the next day I was at home at the appointed time, I don’t know why I let her come when I was there, I should have made her come some other time. But when she showed up she had J— with her. I did not know what to do, I was so mad that I told her I wanted the portable CD player out of her car. She said no. I told her she could not have any of her stuff unless she gave it to me. She told me to give her the in dash CD player in my car then. I said no I wanted my portable, and she had gotten me the in dash for my birthday so they where both mine. I did it all out of spite, I really did not care, but it had the desired effect, a little too well.
T—– got pissed, she was so mad she attacked me, she punched me and tried to get in the house by force I fought back pushing her away and she tore my shirt off my back and J— had to grab her and hold her back while she screamed and tried to kick me. I was crying as I screamed back at her: “Get the fuck off my property before I call the police you bitch! Get the fuck out of here…”
J— pulled her away an put her in his jeep and they left. A few minuted latter while I was still crying from the shock of being so mad, and feeling like shit the phone rang. When I sobbed out hello it was J— , he said that he was sorry and that he wished it was not like this, but asked if there was a time when he could bring T—– out to get her stuff while I was not there. I could hear her screaming profanities at me in the background. I told him that in a few hours my younger sister would be home form school and I would leave for a few hours. Then they could come and get all her shit, and get it the hell out of my house. He said thank you, and that they would be there around 4 o’clock.
At 3:30 I got in my car an left, I really did not know where I was going to go, I just got behind the wheel and drove… I ended up four hours away in Blacksburg at my older sister’s dorm at Virginia Tech. I spent a few hours there, just to get my mind off of things, we went to dinner and then walked around the mall.
When I got home I had nothing… T—– had taken it all, all the stuff was gone, everything! I was so lost I got back in my car and went to a friends apartment for the night. I did not come home for a week.
During that week I just kind moped around my friend M-‘s apartment. I went to work one day to get my mind off everything, and O— another friend who worked with me asked what was up. When I told him that T—– had left me he said he knew. He had seen her the Saturday before it all
happened at a Subway and she told him she had left me. And that night I went to get dinner and when I tried to pay with my ATM card it was rejected, T—– had cleaned out my accounts.
Soon after that I was with some new friends and M- renting a movie at Blockbuster and when we got in our car to leave we saw T—– and J— waiting around the corner of the building, waiting for us to leave. That was the last time I saw T—–. When I went to the apartment a week later to confront her about everything she had taken I found out that she had bought out the lease and moved, I had not idea where.
Over the next few months things got worse. T—– stop paying on the bedroom set my mother had consigned for so I had to pay for a bed I never slept in. And then I got a notice in the mail that the license on T—–‘s car had lapsed with no insurance and since my name and address where on the registration I was liable for the $500 uninsured motorist fee and the licensing fees if I did not return the license within 30 days. I had to go to court to have my name taken off the registration so I would not be liable, it was a nightmare. To make matters worse during the months after T—–
disappeared I had gotten myself into a situation that would spiral out of control, destroying two more years of my life and leading me into another heartbreaking fiasco; and in the end putting an end to my life in Charlottesville… but that is a story for another time.