Moving Out

No more locking my bedroom door. No more naked yoga. No more dirty socks in the kitchen sink. No more pubic hairs lining the tub. No more silent treatment, lies or thievery. Done with the late night walks through the industrial park. Done with neighbors barging in without knocking. Done with random strangers in my apartment. Done with being watched. I've moved!!! YAY! I'm living with Little J until I find a place.