January Journal Continued . . .
I was exhausted by Scott’s continuous efforts to pick my bedroom lock, always having some lame excuse; claiming he needed access to the thermostat, the medicine in the cupboard or something else. Our therapist Sally reached out to him, reminding Scott of our agreement that he would reside in the guest room. Finally forced to acknowledge our agreement, he was now procrastinating moving his stuff to the guest room stating he didn’t have time due to work constraints.
I couldn’t take another sleepless night by that point, and so that morning I proclaimed it moving day. I called a locksmith who assured me that the new lock he installed was “pick-proof.” After the locksmith left, since Scott refused to move his belongings to the guest room, out of the kindness of my heart (and for my sanity) I moved everything.
Initially I considered throwing everything out the windows like you see on TV. But that would mean violating the MSQ/MRO orders if I removed anything of his from the house. Instead, I packed up Scott’s clothes and personal items and moved them to the basement, two floors below, taking one step at a time. Stairs were difficult since my second knee replacement revision. It took me hours and many, many trips, but worth every bead of sweat to get him out of my personal space. Being a bit obsessive-compulsive, I actually color-coordinated all of his hanging clothes and put the others neatly in the dressers. Anything that didn’t fit or wasn’t seasonal I put into moving boxes and labeled each one accordingly. I then wrote Scott a letter and posted it on the master bedroom door explaining my actions. I asked him to respect our agreement so we could move ahead peacefully and amicably.
When Scott returned home later that evening and saw the new lock I had installed on my bedroom door, he lost it and angrily began banging on my bedroom door. I was thankful that both the children were away, and tried to ignore his temper tantrum as he shouted, “You have no right to move my stuff!” Further adding “It’s my house and my bedroom!” He accused me of violating the MSQ/MRO orders, even going so far as to make a copy of the Orders and sliding them under my bedroom door. Imagine what would have happened had I thrown all his stuff out the window!
I felt safe for the first time in a long, long while having the new lock in place. I slept well that night. But that didn’t last long.
Scott would later claim in court that I threw all his clothes down the stairs. Thankfully, I took photos of all of his items that I had neatly moved, hung and put away.