My best Christmas day for years

Things had reached a head with J, the latest x-flatmate. I had been trying to get a civilised response out of her via text in the hospital as to when she was going to be getting her stuff out of the spare room. Explaining very politely that I had nearly died and I would be spending a good deal of time at home in the coming weeks recovering, and that I would not be able to deal with her shit in doing so. I just wanted her to get her stuff and get out of my life. The initial text response was "I don't care about your near death experience...." and a short rant indicating her 'homelessness' was my fault and she had her own problems, and she didn't have any idea when she was going to get it. WTF? This she sent to me whilst I was in turmoil in the hospital.


She does however, being "homeless" and all, find it very do-able to get blind drunk at the pub 2 or 3 times a week. She's not exactly living in the park, just with relo's or friends I suppose. 


So she decides that last Thurs was going to be the day for pick up. I text her she would have to sort it out with my daughter as she was looking after the house for me and was the only other one with a key. So I am in hospital, daughter at work all day, and has made plans to go out later with friends. She waits at the arganised time for J to come. J ends up being an hour late than what she said, so daughter leaves to meet up with her friends. J can't get her stuff (of course none of this is J's fault....) J gets angry, again..... 


I finally get out of hospital Friday, and yesterday (Christmas day) sending J a very polite text asking her to check her email as I've sorted through all my appts next week and come up with times I will be available for her to get her stuff. At the end saying that whether she wanted to or not, she needed to know that I was very ill and this had to go as smoothly as possible; just get her stuff and get out of my life. I included a pic of my new plastic jewelery for good measure in case she thought I was BS'ing. 


J sends back an email, exploding vitriol and venom completely unprovoked, indicating again how much she didn't care about me and all, bla bla bla... I reply that after an email like that it was the last straw, and unless she gave me a very good reason why I should continue to store her stuff here then I would begin chucking it on the st right then and there.


Nothing. 


I send text, "Check your email bitch". She replies, "No, I'm just going to have a good Christmas". (WTF?) I reply "Chucking now", and proceeded to do so:

It took me a while, 3 hours, as I'm very sick and weak. But I got there in the end. A nice neat pile out the front. Took pics of the neatness and sent her text "It's done".


Shortly later the local police ring, she has rung them. They say I could get charged with "malicious damage" if anything out there gets taken or broken, along with a short lecture about it being Christmas day (which I don't celebrate) and what a terrible thing to do to her. I listen calmly, they ask me to bring it back in, I say I can't I'm too weak, which leads to an explanation from me about my hospital stay nearly dying and all, only out the day before, the text "I don't care about your near death experience...." whilst in hospital, and that I was beyond caring about getting charged. I just needed her out of my life, my solicitor and psychologist would back me up on that. The police backed right down, said they would ring her back and tell her to organise it to be picked up, about a carload. 


Somebody came and got it last night. It's all gone this morning. Oh how liberating! My best Christmas in years!