“Will do. I’ll speak to you later.”
“Bye, Freya,” Ruby says. “And don’t go kicking anyone else in the balls unless I’m there to witness it!”
I laugh and hang up. The room is eerily quiet again. I take a deep breath and then pick up my bags to take them through to the bedroom to see what else has gone.
Might as well get this over with.
I can’t believe it. He’s taken the piece of art we got from Spitalfields market the day he proposed! We bought it from the stall of this super talented young artist and then a few hours later, Matthew got down on one knee, so I had the painting framed and put it up on the wall opposite our bed!
Did he think he was being nice by taking it?
He must have done. He must have thought it would be too weird to leave up there. Which he may have been right about. I suppose it would just be a painful reminder of that day.
But, still. I’m annoyed.
Shame. He’s completely emptied his wardrobe. I was considering whether it might be fun to burn an item of his clothing like they do in films.
Though I do feel like I’ve had a bit of revenge by karate-kicking him in the balls.
Still, a bonfire of that disgusting brown jacket he loves would have been entertaining.
I see that he’s made off with his bedside lamp. I suppose that’s fine. It was on his side of the bed, so I guess that technically belongs to him. But now the room looks uneven and it’s not like he was particularly attached to that reading lamp, it wasjust a plain one from IKEA that I bought. Not that I care. It’s his right.
I’m sure he needs it for all those biographies he’s clearly planning to read for a second time.
Personally, I think it’s a little bit petty, but that’s neither here nor there.
Typical. He’s taken the chessboard.
You know, I was getting quite good at chess and I seem to remember it being a present from his dad tobothof us. But whatever. I can’t help but notice he’s also gone off with Monopoly. Jenga has been left in the cupboard.
How thoughtful of him.
He took the nonstick frying pan.
He knew that was the only pan I cared about! He could have nabbed any of the other pots and pans and I wouldn’t have minded, but that smart nonstick one was brand-new!! Okay, so he was the chef in the relationship, while I can’t really cook, but that’snot the point.I liked that pan. It was nice and easy to wash after he cooked with it.
I caught him trying to sneak it in the dishwasher one time. Seriously. Didn’t he read the instructions on the bottom of the panexplicitlytelling him not to put it in the dishwasher?!
He doesn’t deserve that pan. He doesn’t treat it right.
All the Tupperware is gone. All of it.
What the fuck.
He has also taken the electric whisk and the cheese grater.
The cheese grater.Seriously?!
Who is this monster?
I see he’s helped himself to our alcohol collection. I think you’ll find, Matthew, that we got those expensive spirits you have claimed as yours because ofmy job.
Luckily, I can stock back up with the twenty or so bottles of spirits I organized for the cocktails we didn’t drink at the wedding we didn’t have.
Speaking of which, now might be the time to have a splash of whiskey.
Bathroom is, thankfully, unscathed. He only took his cheap shower gel, razor, and toothbrush. He left that expensive moisturizer I gave him for Christmas last year in the cabinet. I just checked and he never opened it anyway.
