I just don't understand how I am supposed to be ok with all of this. It's four weeks tomorrow since you decided to just up and walk out on this. I've been patient. I've been understanding. But you have my things and I want them back. I've asked for them back and yet all you say is it is on your to do list.

Well get it done then. Four weeks is a long time.

I am not enjoying being in limbo, not at all. To be fair, I know I probably brought some of this on myself for asking you to consider just taking a break and then seeing where we are at, but I don't like it. I can't deal with it. I can't move on like this.

If it's over, just tell me it's over, give me my things back and let's have a proper goodbye. If not, tell me that it's not and I wont go through this torture of trying to find a new T.

How long is this supposed to go on for!? It's ridiculous.

And Old T, I'm giving up on you. Yes. That's right. I'm giving up on you. Again, it's been 4 weeks. The only thing I can see is that you haven't found someone. Either that or you haven't even bothered looking. I'm not sure which is worse. I'm not surprised you haven't found anyone. I told you and I told T, there are hardly any people out there who are a) suitably qualified and experienced b) will work in a way which is compatible to the weirdo that I am c) a relatively normal human being.

How can neither of you see that this is destroying me and destroying all of the work that we did, slowly but surely eating it away like a parasite.