The boarder from Hell left 15 minutes ago.
I should be ecstatic with joy but I’m angry instead. What has this girl done to me? I’m never filled with such anger.
When she was saying good-bye she looked at my husband 95% of the time. Barely made eye contact with me. That really ticked me off. I’m the one who cooked for her, took her damn orders, consoled her when she was upset (even though I didn’t really want to), and helped her with her silly homework questions. Not Chris.
I always treated her with respect, even though it wasn’t reciprocated (well, it was if she wanted something from me). I talked to her kindly too.
I guess her good-bye was my opportunity for me to tell her what a selfish ungrateful person she is, but I’m better than that. Her day will come and life won’t be so great when she realizes that the people she’s been using won’t take it anymore.
Now, to change the locks, and let the neighbors know that if she comes back she’s person non grata here. Yeah yeah, she’s supposed to be getting on a plane to Vancouver at 6 p.m. But I just don’t trust her.
Ok, that’s the last grumble.
Time to celebrate! Everybody Riverdance!