he's GONE

I've avoided posting about this ongoing unpleasantness in the hopes that it would soon be resolved. It certainly didn't happen as fast as I would have preferred, but 64 days after we asked him to leave, Chris and his stuff are finally out of our lives for good. The delusional, threatening emails, the harassing voice mails, the childish name-calling are finally in the past, and I don't intend to revisit them for a good long while.

When he left with the last car-load of his stuff tonight, a three-story cheer went up in our house when we heard the door shut. I made a trip to the liquor store and brought back a bottle of champagne, and we toasted to good people and good riddance to bad rubbish.