So here's the story you've been waiting for. I'm telling you, the previous post is more interesting! I decided to kick the now EX boyfriend out as soon as I got home from taking my last final exam yesterday. I literally told him the instant I came in the front door. Something that had never occurred to me before (mainly because he was usually drinking) was that every time I had tried to dump him before, he had been drunk. This was the first time I ever tried when he was stone cold sober. He went through the same routine that he had done the previous times (crying, begging, wanting to know what he had done wrong, promising to change, etc, etc) although I think since he was sober, what *I* was saying ("I don't love you and I want you to move out") actually got through to him somewhat. After about an hour of repeating myself over and over, he finally started packing. He also called his mom. You know, the psychotic ex-boss, to ask if her husband (his step-dad) could come and help him transport his ridiculous $1000 TV (you know, the one he bought with the one bit of money he earned this summer instead of helping me pay my bills). I was actually the most worried that the ex-boss would show up, but only her husband came. They loaded everything up and were gone. He did try a couple more times to get me to let him stay, and even tried to get me to agree to being separated but still dating (to which I said no). All in all, it seemed pretty easy, which really surprised me, considering how he had always just not listened to me and wore me down with hours of arguing before. That was when I realized that he had always been drunk before and this time he wasn't. What a difference that made!

Anyway, even though he did give me his keys back before he left, I went ahead and had the locks changed (who knows - he might've made himself a copy, or his psycho mom might have made herself a copy one day when he was passed out drunk at her house), so now I have all new locks.

Last night around 8pm he began calling me. He literally dialed my number over and over for an hour and a half, and left me a total of 8 messages, all begging me to call him and talk to him and all telling me how depressed he was. I did not call him back. His last message was that he would stop calling me, but if I had any morality in me at all, I would at least call him back the next day. Being moral-free is fine with me, apparently, because I did not call him, and don't intend to do so.