It's just gonna take some getting used to, I guess. It seems we are already strapped for space, and we haven't even dipped into the storage unit yet...
And Christian... oh, Christian.
Turns out her lie wasn't a lie after all. She'd rather sit out there in NC getting beat on by a man she's trying to make it work with, than admit she was wrong and come home to face the music. Fist imprint on her arms, legs, stomach, and chest... and yet all she can do is carry on about how we should've sent the title when she told us to. She still doesn't want to talk about what's truly important. I told her she doesn't have to stay with us... but at least come home where you can start over. She still refused to talk to me with any shred of kindness.