She called yesterday but I'm not calling her back until I'm in the US. I'd rather my last moments here in Spain be pleasant instead of dealing with that BS.
So I returned back about four hours ago and I called her back. I'm jetlagged so I'm half awake and not in the best of moods. When I called her back, she started ranting about how I didn't return her calls and once again accused me of wanting to keep her stuff. I don't understand this because I don't want her shit anywhere in my place. I said as such and said that she needs to come by tonight to get it or else it is getting thrown out. Within a half hour, she rang my buzzer outside of the apartment. I said, "Who is it?" and didn't get a response. I knew who it was but apparently she couldn't announce her name. I braced for the drama and went back to my couch. A minute or two later she was knocking on the window with a pissed off look on her face. So I open the window and says "are you going to let me in?" I said, "You didn't announce who you were. I can't have anyone just run around in the building, you should have said who you were." She rolled her eyes and walked to the door. I opened it and she asked where was the box. I said I don't have a box, you're going to have to go through my apartment and get everything because after tonight, it's going in the dumpster.
I started watching Animaniacs on Netflix as she was rummaging through my shit, banging doors, slamming innocuous objects around. I laid out on the couch watching Animaniacs as she made a couple of trips back and forth. When she was done, she let out a big sigh, so I said "you got everything?" She rolled her eyes again and walked out so I said "see ya" and that was it. A few minutes later she sent a text saying "u r such an asshole" and I said "Have a nice life. I'm blocking your number", which I did.
Onwards and upwards, bryhs.
Edit: I blame my flippant attitude on banging those hot hookers. If I went without, I probably would have tried to salvage this relationship which wasn't worth salvaging.
