You and Yourself

"I've been thinking about moving and what to do about my furniture, and wanted to ask if you want to buy my bed?"

I thought about this.  We picked out this bed from West Elm (he bought it).  It's the Mid-Century Upholstered Sleigh Bed, not in tweed like the link, but a velvet-y microfiber charcoal grey.   It didn't come with any hardware, I purchased the legs, low profile box spring, and metal frame (instead of the traditional slat frame that comes with sleigh beds).  We also had a hard time putting it together, we basically had to McGyver the screws and such.  It will be a complete pain in the ass to disassemble.  I do like the bed, I like Mid Century style, and I actually thought about purchasing this bed for myself years ago.  But that was years ago.

Moi: "No, I don't want to.  I have another bed in mind that I would like to buy once you move. I am keeping my box spring and frame though"
Miles: "Okay, I thought I would ask, it's a lot of furniture to move, and I don't know if it will all fit into the Pod"

This is not my problem.  We sorted out the rest of the house furniture.  The kitchen table he also bought from West Elm, he was thinking about leaving here.  "I don't know, it's kind of beat up" he said.  What the fuck? 

"So, you just want to leave the shitty furniture you don't want here then?  There is nothing wrong with that table, I don't know why you say it's beat up"
Miles: "I'm not trying to leave you with shitty furniture, I just don't want to leave you with nothing, and I really don't want to have to move with a Pod, they are expensive"
Moi: "Yeah, I know, I've done it.  What did you think you were going to do?  Just pack up your Prius to the brim and drive back to California?"
Miles: "I would like to do that, yeah"
Moi: "And what about Waffles?"
Miles: "Oh yeah, I forgot about him"

Fucking typical.  Miles has all these thoughts and maybe pieces of plans or things he wants to do, but doesn't think about anyone else when he thinks about them.  I cannot tell you how many times he would talk about the future and only use me, myself, and I statements.  Never "we", it was never "us".  I would say something like, oh cool, am I invited to this or that? sometimes he would look at me like ummm duh, as if I was supposed to know that automatically.  Other times he would look perplexed like a light bulb just went off and he remembered he was in a relationship.  Maybe those where the times where he realized he didn't want to be in a relationship.  I don't know. 

WORDS MEAN THINGS 

Is this just a common thing amongst men, like is this something they all do? 

However, forgetting Waffles, his cat.  Come on!  Whenever I even think about moving, I can picture myself and the cats in the front of the car, or U-Haul if I decide to tow my car.  I'm considering getting one of those pet booster seats that strap into the front seat, I saw one on Amazon that has a mesh zippered top, so it's completely enclosed, which would be perfect. 

Anyways, he asked me how much room Waffles would take up in his car, and I think now he is going to get a Pod.  Honestly, his whole moving thing is not planned out at all, like you've known you've wanted to move since the day you got here and your resume wasn't even ready.  He's only applied to 1 job, and he has a recruiter looking for positions for him.  The recruiter has a position hiring now like 2 hours from San Diego, and I just rolled my eyes.  You have a fucking hard on for San Diego, I flat out told him "you've made it completely obvious that you don't want to live anywhere but SD because you do not feel comfortable in unknown cities, why go to a city you don't know?"

Like, you have a fucking house and a good job--with a great hospital-- in San Antonio.  Why are you not holding out to work at a hospital you REALLY want to work for?  You are just going to do travel nursing until you can "make connections" to get hired at your ideal hospital?  Okaaaay.  He gave me some poor excuse that he can work 3 days a week at the hospital 2 hours from SD then spend 4 days in SD each week.  Cool, again I ask, what about Waffles?  Are you just going to leave him alone for 4 days a week?  What the fuck?!?!

What a complete shit show.  His plan is to be leaving the first week of June. He hasn't packed anything, or listed things to sell online, nothing has changed.  He is waiting to get a job, then run around like a chicken with his head cut off.  I'm having no part in all that. 

Later that day I was laying down in my room with the cats, watching RuPauls Drag Race (I need Eureka to win please, do it for the big girls), and he came in and told me that for now, he thinks it is best for Waffles to stay with me.  Which, duh.  I think the only reason he is doing that is because he is planning on taking the job that is a few hours away from SD.  What a good way to put unnecessary mileage on your car and waste time sitting in traffic on the 5.  Oh well, not my problem.

I know this could sound crazy, or "cat lady-ish", but I really hope that Waffles doesn't feel abandoned.  He will obviously get all the love and attention I give him and maybe some extra toys or catnip times a couple days after he leaves.  Although, this is still about a month away, so who knows Miles could change his mind.