For those of you who have followed my story the past 6 weeks, it finally happened. The dog and I moved at 10am this morning.

The past week has been even more hellish than the rest, I believe it is partly down to the fact I knew I was leaving but she has also stepped up her efforts in taking extra rides on the cc, often not coming home which left me worrying about her.

For the past week she has believed that I was to be flying back to the UK on Wednesday morning and that she was to be driving me to the airport, you know because she cares about me. However the real plan was a little different. The initial idea was to move on Wednesday while she was at work, however I later discovered that she had booked that day off work, I guess she was slightly suspicious of me. So with the help of a good friend we pushed the date back to this morning.

Now I am a sentimental guy, I believe in closure, I love her and wanted to spend one last night with her last night, I made it evidently clear to her that these were our final moments together and that I wanted to say goodbye the right way. She spent all morning with me, promised me she wasn’t going to see anyone, then fucking boom her phone rings. She gets herself up and claims she is just going for some air (cock) Again, promises me she will be home to eat together.

As she is pruning herself, I tell her that this will be one of those moments she regrets forever, she couldn’t understand why and she left.

She returned hours later, smelling like another man, parading around jewelry that he bought her, deliberately rubbing it in my face. We sat together, ate together and spent the night in bed together. I told her all the things I wanted to say to her.

I didn’t sleep the entire night, I was anxious, nervous about the move, nervous about the start and in the middle of the night she exploded on me for not being able to sleep. To which I told her “it was our last night together and you went off and fucked someone else” to which she claimed if she knew it was our last night together she never would have done it....of course not.

As she left for work this morning, I jumped out of bed and began packing, I was somewhat delirious from not sleeping and rushing around and as I was packing, she called me and asked me if I’m leaving today.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, I told her I was, she asked me if I would be home when she got back from work and I told her I wouldn’t, she started crying and screaming, claiming that I enjoy torturing her and playing with her, which is rich considering how she has behaved the past 54 days.

She has asked me to see her tonight, I still have the key to her place, I don’t know what to do!? I want to see her, obviously I miss her but after what she has put me through, I don’t know how to feel.

One hour after the call, I arrived with the dog in our new home, as soon as my friend left, I broke down, crying intensely. It’s a strange feeling knowing you won’t have to deal with abuse anymore, it’s a strange feeling knowing you won’t see the person you love anymore but I finally did it, the torture is over. I just don’t know where to go from here!