Relocation

As an update, I quit my job on Friday. I told them that I would stay the weekend if they needed me, but that it was the end of the month so it was a good time for me to go. She replied that I would stay two weeks, or until they found a replacement nanny. So that was that.

Today was actually going very well. Little boy was being his usual difficult self, but things were running quite smoothly. The Evil Stepmother comes home just as I am finishing up dinner. I tell little boy to go wash his hands and come eat. Five minutes later I relies he has not come back. Then I hear Evil Stepmother screaming from downstairs. I hear little boy cry and there is more yelling. Usually, this scene unfolds upstairs, as Evil Stepmother doesn't like to go have to go down to the basement where little boy's room is. Today she must be in a good mood. The yelling and crying continue on for ten more minutes. I sit there and wonder to myself how I am possibly going to survive this for a few more hours, let alone another week. Finally they come upstairs and we have dinner.
Back downstairs Little boy gets into the shower and from upstairs you can hear Evil Stepmother and husband fighting. Again, I wonder how to get through this.

Soon I am in little boy's room, reading him his bedtime story. His father comes down and informs me that they have hired a new replacement. I excitedly ask if that meant that tomorrow would be my last day. He replies that tonight can be my last if I want. I am overjoyed at this news. Little boy is not so happy. We talk about it for a while and finally I hug him good-night and go into my room to pack. I decided to put the collection of little boy's pictures in little boy's room. When I go in there I find him crying into his pillow. He tearfully explains to me that I'm the nicest Nanny he's ever had and he doesn't want me to leave. We discuss it more, I assure him it will all be ok, and tuck him in again. I really had no idea the kid even liked me. I feel devastated for abandoning the child, especially in those conditions, but the alternative would be far worse for him. The poor thing has been given a horrible lot in life, but at least he is well cared for physically and financially. I do, however, think that the child will never be normal emotionally and there is absolutely nothing anyone can do about it.

Anyway, I pack up my car, leaving behind most of my stuff. I shall return for those in the morning. I go off to a meeting. While there I receive a phone call: I am to clear out all my things tonight.
What??
Is he actually telling me that I have to relocate all my junk at nine o'clock at night? Yes. Yes he is. In the midst of this, I get a call asking if I am going laser tagging. I explain my situation, and ask if she has any boxes. She does not. I thank her and hang up. Two minutes later I get another phone call asking why I am not going laser tagging. Again, I explain my situation. He responds by saying that I am the one that keeps complaining that we never get together anymore and when he does invite me to things, I don't come. "I mean I guess you have a valid excuse this time. . ."
Excuse me? For one, I have never lodged such a complaint. Two, My life has just been hurled upside down, I am given a deadline in which to relocate my whole apartment immediately, and your upset because I'm not going laser tagging??
I hung up on him.
Which I realize was incredibly cruel, and I know I'll regret it tomorrow, but I did it anyway.

Thankfully, my family is incredible, as is my boyfriend. They came to my rescue and I was completely moved within 45 minutes. So, a million thanks to my wonderful family, and by amazing boyfriend. You guys really saved me tonight. Thank you.