I can’t recall when you first moved in because up until now you have been a fairly quiet and respectable guest. However, I’m afraid you have overstayed your welcome.
You were technically never welcome. You moved your stuff in without asking me, without a lease or even a verbal agreement. I guess that technically makes you more of a squatter than a tenant, but no need to cry over spilled milk. I respect the tenacity. The thing is you are getting just too big to inhabit your cozy little spot in my brain. I’m sure I could house you for a little bit longer, but what good would that do either of us? Well…I guess it would actually do you a lot of good, but me not so much. This is not a mutually beneficial relationship and never has been. You need to grow, and I need the space back. You don’t even pay rent! Cheap ass.
The movers will be here at 5:45 am. My mind is made up, and I have to get some sleep.
I never thought I would stoop so low to say something like this, but I hope you never find your way back. You are no longer welcome here.
Warm regards,
Joe
Tomorrow is the perfect day for an eviction
Joe-
I had brain surgery for a tumor that also should have never moved in too. Three years ago, I found out unexpectedly that I had a brain tumor. The only thought I also had was, “get this out of here as fast as we can”. I have learned over the years that everyone’s tumors are so different and everyone’s recovery is so different. I was given a year to live and I have defied my odds three years and counting! If I can make one suggestion… document all this, take the pictures, smile through the tears, take your time healing, and don’t be embarrassed to wear pjs everyday, all day… because well you deserve to! Your body will thank you! I pray tomorrow goes great for you. You are a brain surgery warrior! 🧠💪🏼🤍