The only resolution I can see is to get the hell out of here and either sell the stuff we bought (twin bed, new fridge, lazyboy recliner, dresser, couple of end tables, the desk she bought me for my birthday and the lounge chair I got yesterday since there is no place I am allowed to put it....or rent a uhaul and haul ass outta here back home, get a storage unit, live in our cars like I originally planned. Or keep the twin mattress and stuff it in MrGs truck for his bed, and we just be homeless until something else comes up.
And it is getting to that point. When we go somewhere, we always take Karma with us. She is so excited to get in the car...then refuses to get out when she sees we are back to this home again and not the home she is grieving for. Not the same dog anymore. Listless. Follows me everywhere. It isn't because of Moki, either. I think she hates it here as much as I do. I have to walk her or drive her a couple of blocks over to find a strip of grass she can lay in or munch on cuz none is around here. Its all bark coverings in yards or sand or dirt or gravel.
I hate complaining about it too, cuz I sound like Debbie Downer...because I am Debbie Downer. This is not what I thought would happen. I knew it would be a new thing to get used to, but when someone tells me something, I take them at their word. Everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie. And if I say "but you said" she brings up that she opened her home to us. She could kick us out at any time...and to be honest, I am at the point to where I no longer care. My van, the coast, home even though homeless is better than this. Hell..jail would be better. At least they have rules they stick to. Here...its a guessing game of what is allowed one day vs what is not allowed the next day cuz everything keeps changing.
Did I mention the other roomie has IBS, is not "normal" in the mental department, shits all over the floor in the bathroom and does not clean it up and I sat in it one night when I was half asleep and had to pee and didn't turn on the light and SAT in a shit covered toilet seat where is smeared all over my butt? I was sick all night with nausea of sitting in someone elses shit. And guess who had to clean it up? Yup.
Anyway...I am miserable. But, like MrG said...we have a roof, tv, internet, a place to cook and shower (if one wants to use a bathroom that gets shit on and not shit in). But for me...500 bucks per month is not worth the rest of it.
This sucks.
And it is getting to that point. When we go somewhere, we always take Karma with us. She is so excited to get in the car...then refuses to get out when she sees we are back to this home again and not the home she is grieving for. Not the same dog anymore. Listless. Follows me everywhere. It isn't because of Moki, either. I think she hates it here as much as I do. I have to walk her or drive her a couple of blocks over to find a strip of grass she can lay in or munch on cuz none is around here. Its all bark coverings in yards or sand or dirt or gravel.
I hate complaining about it too, cuz I sound like Debbie Downer...because I am Debbie Downer. This is not what I thought would happen. I knew it would be a new thing to get used to, but when someone tells me something, I take them at their word. Everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie. And if I say "but you said" she brings up that she opened her home to us. She could kick us out at any time...and to be honest, I am at the point to where I no longer care. My van, the coast, home even though homeless is better than this. Hell..jail would be better. At least they have rules they stick to. Here...its a guessing game of what is allowed one day vs what is not allowed the next day cuz everything keeps changing.
Did I mention the other roomie has IBS, is not "normal" in the mental department, shits all over the floor in the bathroom and does not clean it up and I sat in it one night when I was half asleep and had to pee and didn't turn on the light and SAT in a shit covered toilet seat where is smeared all over my butt? I was sick all night with nausea of sitting in someone elses shit. And guess who had to clean it up? Yup.
Anyway...I am miserable. But, like MrG said...we have a roof, tv, internet, a place to cook and shower (if one wants to use a bathroom that gets shit on and not shit in). But for me...500 bucks per month is not worth the rest of it.
This sucks.
. He also bought me a lounge chair with a pad, but Friend said no when I asked if I could put it in the back yard. Which was no surprise although she has been helping in looking for one cuz she knew I wanted one but now all of a sudden its "no" again. So...right now I have it over by the trash cans where there is nothing but flies. When it starts to rain here eventually, we will store it in MrGs truck since all of a sudden no lounge chairs are allowed in her back yard. *eye roll*
