Evacuation Plan

I was told by the apt mgr to keep furniture and such in my apt until treatments were complete. I had already gone through 4 treatments and there seemed no end in sight, besides, I needed to start preparing for my escape from the nightly and what had begun recently as daily torment. I began systematically throwing items away. The saddest was bagging up my daughter's beloved stuffed animals in a trash bag and throwing them in the dumpster. I tried to assure her that we would start replacing them as soon as we got settled in our new place and that it was important not to take any risks of taking the bedbugs with. There was a high risk of the bedbugs infesting her stuffed animals since they resided on her bed and sometimes, behind her bed. She agreed but later told me secretly she thought I was just being mean.
I was used to having to play the bad guy sometimes as a parent to invest into the best interest of my child, but this took the cake.
I began going through everything, all of my possessions, and having to decided what I would part with forever and what I would end up keeping in storage for the next 2 years. There were many tears. I would make piles of what to keep and immediately bag and throw out what I wasn't keeping. Again and again, the pile to keep would become too large and I would have to go through everything a second, third, fourth, fifth time and so on.
When I say I threw out everything, I mean everything except the kitchen sink, although I was tempted to do that when I spotted one there as well. Pouring rubbing alcohol on it sufficed my demented desire to see it suffer as much as my family and I have.