I’ve made it back to the US. I’m sad, happy, tired, and relieved. But I’m still thinking about my last day with Adam.
Previously, I had told him I didn’t want to see him the day we left. Well, you know, that didn’t happen. In fact, Adam had dinner and/or lunch with us every day the last week he was in town. Our last day, he spent the ENTIRE day in the house with us.
Transport arrives and he offers to pay. I stated (for the 3rd time) “I have it”, got in the van, and didn’t look back.
We arrived at the airport with our 9 suitcases and 3 carry-ons. Adam had confirmed that we could have 3 pieces of luggage at 50 lbs each. Well, guess what! He didn’t really confirm it or he got the wrong information. It cost me $825 in overage fees. I immediately texted him and said that he needed to get this money back.
That text started a series of communications. It ended with Adam saying “you tell me to tell you what I’m feeling and right now I’m confused and sad.” REALLY! ? Now you’re confused and sad?
To say the least that statement kept me thinking for the next 16 hours on the worst flight ever.
We arrived home and I had an email from Adam saying “you probably don’t want to know this but I had a hard night last night”. Once again – REALLY?! I responded with “thank you for telling me that” and that’s the end of Adam and Maria.