Lawonkna

HAVE

LANDED

We are SAFE, we are full of JUNK FOOD, and I have already fed two different cats tubes.

Traffic had a few bad spots but it kept moving for the most part. Lots of accidents... Some were really bad. Multiple burnt out 18wheelers!

Son rode with mom and I rode with dad and it was fine. Dad and I chatted some and were quiet some. The uHaul isn't that bad to ride in really. It's bumpy and VERY loud but pretty comfortable otherwise.

All the stuff survived other than one aloe of mine getting hurt a little.

The house is very dirty, like I am legitimately uncomfortable, the walls are visibly grimy dirty and smells like cat pee. I'm going to be scrubbing a lot, and that's fine. That's a nice way to thank my parents for helping. They're not letting me pay them back for the truck rental, either... I can certainly do some deep housekeeping for them in return.

It's also a much smaller house than we're used to, and of course full of their things. It's their house.

There is not nearly even sort of enough room for all my crap, but they already have a storage unit and most of it's going in there. The only non-daily-use things in the house are my BJD to keep them out of the heat.

It took TWO DAYS for That Guy to message Son about it all. He sent a text that said something like "What your mother and grandmother did is exceedingly cruel! I'm sorry they got you wrapped up in this! You're my best friend and I love you! Please respond or call me after 1500! Are you safe? Where are you? Can you come home?"

Son thought about it for a while and then decided he didn't want to respond at all. He left That Guy on "read".

So far I've FOUND!

My robe!

My dress!

My jewelry box!!!

The only thing still missing is my blanket, and Mom is certain she packed it in a tote last minute, so we'll see.

I have a bunch of Vine stuff sitting here waiting to be reviewed and all my stuff to somehow get situated in here...

Tomorrow we finish the unpacking, pack up the stuff that was in the storage unit to bring to the house for a yard sale, mom has a garden thing to go to Thursday, my aunt will be in town Saturday, I have a job interview Monday....

It's morning. Everyone is sore. It's a long drive and the uHaul is a rough ride. I'm riding with dad and Son is with mom in her pickup. 9 more hours of driving to go.

I still haven't cried. Mom said she expected me to be a mess but I'm just kind of numb.

So far That Guy hasn't tried to contact Son.

I reset my phone and took the sim card so he can't use it to track us (not that it would be difficult to find my parents' address) and took the sim card so he won't get any phone calls meant for me.

When I went to reset the phone it wanted my apple ID password but said it was wrong. It's far too easy to reset the password, which I did, and now I wonder if he'd changed it via the iPad he was using to play my clash of clans account.

I need to remember to log his PS5 out if my prime video. I forgot to do that.

Now we just wait and see if he leaves us alone.

He drives an Acura and we passed one that was such a dark purple it almost looked black. I felt myself tense up when I saw it even though it was going the other direction. My mom said Son saw it, too, and asked if that was him.

I may have forgotten my robe in the dryer, favorite dress in the hamper, favorite childhood blanket in the closet, and my entire jewelry box, but I got my son and all of our important paperwork. I did leave That Guy the receipt readout for his taxes, but took the actual bills.

I forgot some stuff I wanted but it's too late, now. Oh well. I got my boy and all our important papers. Don't know why That Guy had Son's diploma stashed in the man cave but he doesn't, now. We have it.

I realized a moment ago that he may have been coordinating with the neighbor to park somewhere nearby and walk back to her house to watch us from there.

When he's in a good mood and not being mean I start to forget how bad it can get. I get to see that good time again and I'd be so happy if that was our always, but it's not.

I still feel like I'm doing something mean and wrong and dirty even with everyone and I do mean everyone that knows what's going on telling me that no, I NEED to do this, we need to leave, and leaving the way we are isn't cowardly or mean, it's survival.

In the morning his usual stomping around, barking demands kind of thing.

He shaved Son's face for him with a regular razor instead of letting him shave to stubble with his electric razor. He'd never taught Son to shave with a regular razor before so why today?

He refused to let me hold the tickets. I suggested I put them in my phone pouch and he snapped "I got it." from the other room.

Son wasn't allowed to cut his own fingernails, That Guy cut his fingernails for him.

That Guy wore a suit and tie to graduation. Everyone else was wearing an array of things from full casual to Sunday Best, though only two parents were in suits and only he with a tie.

He zoomed on ahead of us on the way into the building like always. We met my parents there, and then went inside. That Guy rushed ahead again, into one of the seating areas, up and down and around and leaning over the balcony then said something about "over there" and vanished. We went and sat down on the side we were already on, and eventually he came back.

My mom was like "Is he always like this? This is weird and aggressive..... Is this what you've been dealing with??" and yeah, that's his normal.

He reached over to take my ticket from me and I took it back, putting it into my phone pouch. He didn't like that.

The student body president mentioned championing inclusion for the queer students and he scoffed.

Afterward he informed my parents we had a reservation at the hibachi place in town, then said "She didn't tell you?" even though he'd never told me at least not directly.

You guys there were SO many rainbow and inclusive rainbow flags all over the small town surrounding the college the ceremony was held at. It was so nice.

Then he zoomed off across the parking lot again leaving Son and me behind. He'd stop now and then and wait for us to catch up, zoom away, wait for us, zoom away...

We got to the car and he started barking orders again. Son, you're going to do these things in this order right now. Take off your cord and medal, take off your gown, hold this, take that off etc.

FLOORED it home, the boys got changed, and we zoomed back to the restaurant.

Dinner was normal.

Then he drove ever so slowly home again. Under the speed limit even. That is very, very out of character. He does not drive the speed limit ever, let alone under.

He drove with his left arm out the window and his right on the wheel, which is also atypical of him. He usually drives with his left on the wheel and right on the gear shift even though it's an automatic.

He signed a few times.

Then we got home and he put some water bottles into his lunch box, picked up his keys and wallet, and walked out the front door. It's past our bed times at this point. He slowly wandered down the street toward the neighbor's house.

He may have been asking Gina to report to him if she sees anything weird at our house like, say, a uHaul truck.

It's 9:30 and he's been back for a little while but hasn't gone to bed, yet. I'm worried he's not going to go to work tomorrow.

Then what do we do?