Being aware as I can be at the moment of what a crappy person I've been, it allows the breaking of the relationship to be seen as somewhat of a better outcome. This way he can be free of me, and I haven't been at the house for months now, so he's likely completely over the mess I caused him by moving there. If only he'd been honest and told me not to l... well that is impossible as it is in the past. Maybe he wanted revenge for the big argument. He has achieved it, and more, as I am broken to pieces. Less important but sad and unsettling, is having left all the furniture I bought, and plants, and my collection of 25 years of sketches and the paintings. It's hard to be detached even though I don't have any way to get my stuff, no legal right to things I left behind. One the one hand, having sold my own house before moving to his was freeing. But now I am finding out again what it is like not having a place. It matches not having a heart, so that is kind of funny.