I... don't really know what to do.
The house seems empty without Den around. I never saw it coming, never expected it to happen.
Morgan's pissed. She says that Den signed a contract--our lease--and agreed to pay one quarter of the rent for a year, even though for the most part, I paid it since I made more, and well, that's what partners do. So she says that Den owes nearly three thousand dollars, and we have no way of contacting her.
I don't have an address, or a phone number.
She didn't even say goodbye.
I've been crying all of yesterday, and most of the night. I took two days off of work, because I can't do customer service like this. I'm too... fragile. It takes a lot to admit that--I'm a proud critter.
None of her friends knew. She made plans with me for our best friends' wedding the night before. She slept next to me the night before she left. I feel hurt, betrayed, and lost. I don't know what to do. She's been the only constant these past years.
Now I have nothing.
At least there are friends here that care and love in their own way. Even if their way is getting as angry as I am upset. Though I think half of that anger is because it makes me laugh, at least a little, at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
I'll make it. If only because there's other people depending on me, I'll make it. I won't cut out on friends.