Ever since vacation week when I moved into my friend Marcy’s place, her husband has been slightly confused. He went away for a month for work and when he returned everything was slightly off. I had taken over their lives. He finds giant orange sacks filled with laundry and extra recycling bins put out by his mailbox. He wonders how far this will go. He’s testing the water. He returned my bins on Monday at MyGym. But underlying everything is fear. Fear that one day he’ll come home and I will have taken over the spare bedroom or worse that I’d dropped off all the kids and disappeared.
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I'm confused. What is this about? "Ever since vacation week when I moved into my friend Marcy’s place" Did you move in with your friend and never tell me????? I'm offended! I should know EVERY little part of your life!!!
Okay, maybe not... sorry, I get kind of weird sometimes...
--bean
I was speaking figuratively. I didn't actually move in. I just do my laundry there.
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