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This is a continuation of my last update (see below). Well, he did come to the house on Monday -- we unloaded my stuff out of his truck, then he took me for some drive-thru takeout..
When it was time for him to leave, I stuck my hand out to shake his. He laughed and then gave me a long, tight hug that didn‘t feel like that of a man who wanted to break up. He then told me to "let" him call me later in the week (i.e., I was not to call him), so I did as he asked. On Thursday he called again, this time for general chit-chat. Thinking I was performing a form of the technique you talk about in your e-book, I sent him a text message saying how good it was to hear from him on my new cell phone. I had trouble figuring out how to set a default number for a contact, however, and the message went to his home phone instead. Upon realizing the mistake, I made two more attempts to send the message to his cell number. No luck. I finally sent it to the right number on the last attempt. Unknown to me, his new "roommate" was home when I was attempting to send the messages, and told Robert that I was calling and starting trouble. Robert then called me and told me to stop trying to start trouble on his home phone. I told him what had happened, but then asked him why she got so upset if she was merely a "platonic friend". I was then for the first time able to get him to admit that he was romantically involved with her.
I told him that I could not be "just friends" with him if he was with another woman, and that I would be by his house in two hours with the sheriff to return his bass boat and collect the remainder of my things. The rest could only happen in a movie . . . .
I was upset to find that Robert was not at his house when the sheriff and I arrived. I called him on his cell phone, and he told me that he had loaded what he considered to be all my stuff into his Tahoe and was on his way to my house! I told him I would wait for him to return to his house. I then decided to unhook the boat trailer. When I took the boat trailer off the hitch of my Explorer, one of the chains accidentally (and unknown to me) became entangled in some wiring. When I drove away in my vehicle I had no idea the trailer was still partially attached to my hitch, and looked in my rear view mirror just in time to see it roll slowly out into the street. I immediately jumped out of my vehicle, grabbed the front of the boat trailer, and attempted to turn and/or slow it down. The slope of the hill was too much, though; the wheel on the front jack rolled over my foot and threw me to the ground. All I could do was watch helplessly as the boat careened down the hill, through the neighbor‘s flower garden and fly through the air to its final resting place!!!! I couldn‘t make this stuff up if I tried. The sheriff who came with me tried really hard to keep a straight face and remain professional, but I could tell he thought I was a huge dumbass.
Now I have a broken foot, a pissed off ex and no relationship. Um, I think I already know the answer, but do you think there‘s still a chance to make the relationship work?
P.S. He still hasn‘t given back all my stuff (he flat out refused to do so, even when I demanded their return in front of the sheriff), nor has he returned my house and vehicle keys.