Anyway, end result: the day of our move, he said "You know, I don't really want to move this thing again." And relisted it on Craigslist The end.
Ah, so it failed the "Do I love this thing enough to move it?" test!
When I moved several years ago with my ex, I had the opposite problem!
I had a large, cumbersome piece of furniture that nonetheless was useful to me, and also had sentimental value as one of the few pieces that actually belonged to me rather than having been brought to the relationship
by him. He hated it. Repeatedly, he would walk through the room it was in and mutter about how much he wanted to toss it. He'd dream up drastic rearrangements of the furniture and then mutter about how it just couldn't be done because, sigh, my dingdangity piece of furniture would get in the way. He constantly came up with (nonworkable) schemes to get me to replace it. And on, and on.
When we moved, I decided that it was too heavy to move and that the construction probably wouldn't hold up to a move anyway. I spent forever getting that thing out to the curb. And then...he decided he
wanted it for his own purposes, moved it, and used it for himself. To this day, I have no idea whether he had a last minute change of heart or whether all his bashing of the piece was because he actually wanted it for himself all along!