You sound like you're doing really well with accepting things for what they are, and while not giving up, preparing for any outcome. I admire you for keeping your cool and not love-busting when dealing with her in OP's presence. I would have ripped that kid's head off right now, I'm afraid. Don't give up all hope, and above all beware of her playing games with your head, and playing you and OP off of each other.<P>You sound quite a bit like me: I too am moving from Plan A to Plan B, and move out on Thursday morning. I passed by the house at lunch today to pack up some more things and started to look for my nice luggage set. She came home while I was looking under our bed. When I asked her where it was, she replied "I lent it to J for her trip to Vegas." It was all I could do to keep from exploding. (J is a female friend, a drinking buddy/co-worker of hers who is 10 years younger.) I swallowed my fury and calmly said, "You didn't ask me about that. I really don't appreciate you lending my things to your friends without my knowing." She didn't reply.<P>I went off and packed my bags, and when I finished, I reappeared in our doorway. I said, "Goodbye R, would you prefer that I go to get my luggage from J's house?" Her lip started quivering, and in a tremulous voice, "No, I'll have it back tomorrow evening before you move." I swear I heard her start crying as I left the house.<P>I'm blown away. If she's so sure about what she's doing, so sure that we weren't meant to be, then why the tears? I'm the one who has been crying. She has OM to keep her happy, right? I'm the one who's alone in this.<P>I cannot wait to no longer have to be in this confused house.<P>EC