You think you own whatever falls beneath the same roof as you, but you're wrong. I have been silent about this for ages but I am tired of it. This isn't your home. I paid for it, and I am not going to be the one who leaves when this is over. Nor can you take the clothes I bought with you, or the furniture. I was happy to share with you, but you won't even let me touch my things anymore. Have you forgotten what is mine? You really have no respect for my belongings, and in turn you have no respect for me. I don't even really want most of these things anymore for what horrible memories you have forced me to attach to them. I think I am just going to give it all away, to spite you. I am not letting this go on another day, get out. Get out now.