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Scott Hardie | January 6, 2002
Kelly told me that on Saturday, she had some friends over to help clean the house, and they all decided to rearrange some furniture. The changes were minor, Kelly says, but one item that I like and intend to keep in good condition (whether it gets used or not) was taken out to the shed, and some other stuff of mine, which I admit is broken, was just thrown out in the garbage. We just rearranged furniture with Jesse back in October, and got it to a point where we all liked it. I was given no warning that furniture would be rearranged yesterday, was not asked my consent, and when Kelly told me about it after the fact, she didn't even ask me if I was okay with it. Should I be? It's my home, too. I feel like I should get a say in how my belongings are arranged, and I should definitely get a say before my stuff is thrown out. My mom used to pull this exact same shit years ago, and I remember how mad I used to get about it.