I’m not going to beat a dead horse, but I really don’t know where we went wrong.  I suppose it began to head south when we all went on that trip.  It was just too much time spent around people.  We got to know more about them and then, in our minds, we just drifted away.  When they said they were moving away, we didn’t offer to help them.  They had mentioned getting some people together and getting beers or something and we’d help them move.  For those of you keeping score, here’s the sequence of events:

1. On the Friday night that they closed on their house, we had Stacey’s reading at BSU.
2. They got a U-Haul on the day they closed and started moving things in ahead of an intended paint job.
3. Rather than come out and have one last night of fun, they decided to pile drive themselves into an early grave because they couldn’t get a sitter for their kids?
4. They worked all night long and into the next morning in subzero tempratures, alone I might add.
5. They did not attend the reading that was very important to Stacey.
6. They insisted on becoming shadows of their former selves, opting to take on a darker persona as they worked.
7. They continued to work on this move by themselves.
8. We heard every complaint and disgusted remark about how hard this all was for them.
9. They continued to work on this move by themselves. 

 Those people that used to live here are back, every so often lurking about.  They are picking apart the remnants of their former flat.  Wife told me that one of them was in the lot, placing a phone call and being very animated about it.  Seems someone was in their second spot.  Yawn.  Is that all?  I thought it would be something completely awful that could warrant a condescending phone message on our HOME NUMBER!  What the hell is happening?  Do they seriously think that we’d give their spot away when we’ve never done that to anyone else that’s moved away from here?  Excellent!

So, here come the final death throes of a pair of couples that once hung out.  I’m trying to find ways to say it other than using the dreaded “F” word.  It’s strange how life turns the way it does.  I can’t tell you how disgusted I was listening to the message that was left.  I don’t usually like physical contact, opting more often for the “talk about ‘em behind their back” approach, but this is nuts!  People are only entitled to one spot in our lot per apartment.  It doesn’t matter how many people there are in the apartment.  For them to march in here on an inconsistent schedule and insist that they have some kind of land right is ridiculous.

I don’t like seeing them come around now.  I wish them well in whatever they do, but enough is enough.  It’s almost like breaking up with a significant other that tried to be abusive to gain dominance but merely acted as a catalyst for the inevitable break.