I'm a thankful person today. Even though I've been through the storm AND the rain, I'm on the other side of the worst of it. I'm in my apartment and although it's not perfect, it's so much better than the alternatives.
To catch you up, my wonderful friend who let me sleep on her couch really tripped out on me. She decided after four days that she needed some "me" time. To say I was hurt would be a gross understatement. She offered her home to me -- I didn't ask. However, I'll never stay where I'm not wanted, so I got my stuff and bounced.
That was bad, but what happened next was even worse. As I'm driving around trying to figure out where in the world I could go, I get a call from my wonderful cousin. She said, "Wow, you sound depressed. What's wrong?". When I told her, she said, "Well, you can stay with [her boyfriend's] mother."
Maybe I'm crazy, but I've always believed that family should take care of each other. She's my family -- not her boyfriend. I don't like him and I've never met any of his relatives. Why she would offer that option instead of her own couch is beyond me. Let me rephrase that -- I know why. Her boyfriend hates me and my family, and she lives with him in his house. I guess what boggles my mind is that she'd allow him to treat us that way.
Of course, if I take it all the way, I wonder why she's with him. He's 11 years older than her, and he's the cheapest person I've ever heard of. He won't let them flush the toilet every time the use it in an effort to save money on the water bill. No matter how you look at it, that's nasty.
Anyway, I let her know in no uncertain terms that I don't stay with strangers. She then had the nerve to respond to me in a way that let me know that she thought I had an attitude. It really pissed me off, and I just got off the phone with her before I said something I'd regret.
So there I was, homeless and alone with no options and very little money. That's when it hit me -- in the course of packing, I'd run across a credit card that hadn't been used. I took that and got a room at the Super 8 close to the airport. Even though I didn't need to spend the money, it was probably the best move I'd made in this whole fiasco. I was able to have my privacy, wash my clothes, and not bother anyone while I waited. I was there for four days, thanks to that card, my mom, and one of my best friends.
Meanwhile, the preparations for my apartment were going slow at best. In the landlord's defense, he was diagnosed with diabetes the same weekend I was supposed to move in. I figure he was sick the whole time and didn't know it, which made working on a project as big as my apartment more than he could handle. When he found out about my plight, he said, "Wow, you really don't have anywhere to go." I was like, "Duh!"
After I mentioned to him that the money I was using to stay in the motel was cutting into the money I'd be able to give him, he agreed to let me move in while he finished up the place. And I've been there ever since.
Oh, and I was able to watch this week's edition of Grey's Anatomy. Life is truly grand again. (smile)
To catch you up, my wonderful friend who let me sleep on her couch really tripped out on me. She decided after four days that she needed some "me" time. To say I was hurt would be a gross understatement. She offered her home to me -- I didn't ask. However, I'll never stay where I'm not wanted, so I got my stuff and bounced.
That was bad, but what happened next was even worse. As I'm driving around trying to figure out where in the world I could go, I get a call from my wonderful cousin. She said, "Wow, you sound depressed. What's wrong?". When I told her, she said, "Well, you can stay with [her boyfriend's] mother."
Maybe I'm crazy, but I've always believed that family should take care of each other. She's my family -- not her boyfriend. I don't like him and I've never met any of his relatives. Why she would offer that option instead of her own couch is beyond me. Let me rephrase that -- I know why. Her boyfriend hates me and my family, and she lives with him in his house. I guess what boggles my mind is that she'd allow him to treat us that way.
Of course, if I take it all the way, I wonder why she's with him. He's 11 years older than her, and he's the cheapest person I've ever heard of. He won't let them flush the toilet every time the use it in an effort to save money on the water bill. No matter how you look at it, that's nasty.
Anyway, I let her know in no uncertain terms that I don't stay with strangers. She then had the nerve to respond to me in a way that let me know that she thought I had an attitude. It really pissed me off, and I just got off the phone with her before I said something I'd regret.
So there I was, homeless and alone with no options and very little money. That's when it hit me -- in the course of packing, I'd run across a credit card that hadn't been used. I took that and got a room at the Super 8 close to the airport. Even though I didn't need to spend the money, it was probably the best move I'd made in this whole fiasco. I was able to have my privacy, wash my clothes, and not bother anyone while I waited. I was there for four days, thanks to that card, my mom, and one of my best friends.
Meanwhile, the preparations for my apartment were going slow at best. In the landlord's defense, he was diagnosed with diabetes the same weekend I was supposed to move in. I figure he was sick the whole time and didn't know it, which made working on a project as big as my apartment more than he could handle. When he found out about my plight, he said, "Wow, you really don't have anywhere to go." I was like, "Duh!"
After I mentioned to him that the money I was using to stay in the motel was cutting into the money I'd be able to give him, he agreed to let me move in while he finished up the place. And I've been there ever since.
Oh, and I was able to watch this week's edition of Grey's Anatomy. Life is truly grand again. (smile)
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