“I have nowhere to go! I just need some clean clothes and a SHOWER! Please, Cynthia, I thought we were friends!”
I felt a tiny pang of guilt, but I pushed it down. Friends don’t abandon friends with rent bills and disappear without a word.
“What’s left of your stuff is in the closet,” I told her. “The rest I donated to charity.”
Her crying stopped abruptly.
“Donated to charity?” she repeated. “What do you mean, donated?”
“I mean, I gave it away. You abandoned it for two months, and I’m not running a free storage facility.”
She pushed past me into the apartment, rushing to what used to be her room. When she came back, her eyes were wide with rage.
“Where’s my grandmother’s wedding dress?” she demanded. “It was in a special box under my bed!”
My stomach dropped. “What special box? I saw a dusty old cardboard box that looked like trash.”
“That WAS the box! Oh my God, you gave away my grandmother’s wedding dress!”
Honestly, how was I supposed to know that some random, unmarked cardboard box contained a family heirloom? If it was so important, maybe she shouldn’t have abandoned it for two months.
But instead of realizing that it was her fault, she went absolutely nuclear.
“YOU MONSTER!” she yelled. “YOU GAVE AWAY MY LIFE! I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”
I shrugged, staying calm.
“Go ahead,” I said. “I documented everything, and even your mom knew about the situation. I told you in May, then in June, and you ghosted me completely. I’m not the one at fault here. Do whatever you want.”
She screamed, sobbed, threatened to sue me, and called me every name in the book. But then she finally realized she had no case and no keys, and there was nothing she could do.
“This isn’t over!” she yelled as she stormed out.
But it was. Completely over.
I hope she learned that ghosting your roommate doesn’t mean your stuff ghosts with you. And I also hope she knows that I didn’t throw her out. She threw herself out by ghosting me.
I just made it official.
Do you think I did the right thing? What would you have done if you were in my place?
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