It's been fun guys, really. I joined originally because my then-housemate encourged me to. Lately I've become pretty addicted, which is its own problem. After moderating another forum for 2 years, I promised myself not to get involved with another one. I made your typical addict excuses, "I'll just post once" or "I can quit anytime." But that never works. My biggest reason is that what I was hoping would remain private (what happened between said member/housemate and I) is now public, and I have no idea how many people he's told in PM. I've learned the hard way that friends on a forum can be very different in person. I simply did not want this to become public in a place where no one can know any side of the story very well. So I wake up this morning to, "I lost my best friend" as part of the first paragraph in his latest thread. If that's not meaing me, I have no idea who it is. An internet forum is not the place to get such news about oneself. Further, I'm enraged that I haven't heard from said housemate in a little over a month, and while I've been trying to figure out how to clean up the things that he left behind, he's been having a lot of fun with some new guy. It's not the new guy part that's upsetting, it's that I've heard nothing... NOTHING... for over a month about taking care of the loose ends left here. My husband and I are selling our house, which makes the removal of an entire garage floor-to-ceiling of his things (that are in trashbags) plus the mess in the apartment downstairs necessary. I can't afford a storage unit right now and I legally can't start pitching things. I think a month is plenty of time to get things together enough to move your stuff out. I adopted a dog on the promise that he would help me raise it for the first few months. Which didn't happen. I love the dog and he's integrated into our lives nicely, but not without some kinks. The biggest problem, though, is that the dog was born with various intestinal parasites which required medication. At the follow-up visit, I was shocked to learn the parasites had gotten worse, not better. A quick look showed that there were two of three doses of wormer and 11 of 14 days worth of medication that he said he was giving the dog sitting in his desk drawer. Both should have been done long before he left, and the roommate took responsibility to medicate the dog. I was (and am still not) in any shape physically or mentally to spend 14+ hours a day at home alone while my husband works and I care for a toddler and a sick puppy (who is now much sicker and needs more meds than he did at the outset). I think my son might have the intestinal parasite now. It's a huge mess. I'm ranting. I'm also at the end of my rope. So signing on and reading how lovely life is for JBT while I'm struggling to fix the things he so casually left behind is making me cycle between crying and anger. Would one phonecall have really taken up that much time to figure out what was going to happen with all of his stuff? I just don't think it's very healthy for me to remain here. This is his board and I don't feel right being here anymore. I'll miss posting, and a lot of you that I PM with, but you can reach me via email or MySpace or whaetver. My email is in my profile and will remain so for a bit I guess. Oh, and Bryan, when/if you read this, don't call me, don't write me, don't contact me. Deal with Todd via calling him at work or via email if you so wish to take care of anything now. Bye kids. It's been real or something. I go nuke my profile and not come back.