So that’s it, I guess. Douglas is out. I’m out. Claire’s family is already cleaning the apartment for new tenants. His parents tried everything, even called my mom again. She just ignores them now. Gabriella says Douglas is couch-surfing at Andrew’s place, but Andrew isn’t loving it and is probably going to kick him out soon. Carson’s still neutral, but he texted me that Douglas is talking about moving back in with his parents. I’m honestly just glad I’m not the one cleaning up after him anymore.

Next time someone calls me boring, I’ll just laugh and move on because honestly, I’d rather be boring and free than stuck picking up after some guy who thinks he’s the main character. So yeah—thanks for reading my unhinged saga. If you’re ever in a situation where you’re doing all the work and someone treats you like the help, don’t wait for a big epiphany. Just start packing. You’ll be shocked how fast the trash takes itself out.

And no, I never called his parents back. Not my circus. Not my monkeys. If Douglas wants to get his life together, he can start by learning how to do laundry… or at least how to pay his own damn rent. That’s all for now. Maybe next time I’ll write about something fun.

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