Thanks everyone for the mutual anger at my uncle. I finally got some sleep and have purged out Emeline's dresser and closet and the food cupboards in order to feel like I have some control over my environs.
Em and I are going out to my mom's this afternoon so I can vent my spleen with her. I know she's going to be furious, but it'll be nice to have the support.
Joe's not thrilled with the idea of going back to apartment living, but it's a means to an end. We do it for 2-5 more years and then house! Of our own! That is ours! Eventually, it'll be totally worth it.
At least that's what I keep telling myself to keep from just breaking down completely.
Joe's not thrilled with the idea of going back to apartment living, but it's a means to an end. We do it for 2-5 more years and then house! Of our own! That is ours! Eventually, it'll be totally worth it.
My friend A. and her husband are in exactly this same position, Aims. She's been stressing hard about it. Just, you know, so you know you're not alone. There are lots of good things about apartment living, I say as I glare at my still-broken-despite-paying-$$-to-fix-it refrigerator.
It's another absolutely gorgeous day here today! I'm even wearing a skirt for the first time in forever.
Aims, I haven't said, but that's just because the angry stole my articulate, but I'ma just borrow Erin's elegant phrasing about your ulceruncle, and praise your forward motion and determination.
Nothing is ever ideal, but pool? Sidewalk maintenance in winter? No outlay of $$ if the AC breaks in August?
There are pros.
It is also beyootiful here. I need to get out today. If it's nice tomorrow, I'ma wash my car -- I know the car washes will be SLAMMED today.
Oh, it's been the most relaxing weekend in a long time, even with the $ snafu (cause I know there's a workaround there.) I've been sleeping well since Friday, I'm at a good place with my grading, I've been gently social, the weather is good, new books...
Nice. Lovely. Renewing.
Upstairs neighbor just called to apologize. She said her daughter told her what happened yesterday, and she remembers none of it.
Oh ugh, sj. It's like neverending.
She said her daughter told her what happened yesterday, and she remembers none of it.
One might think this is a sign one needs help.
Wow. Black out drunk or serious mental health problems, sj?
One might think this is a sign one needs help.
Yeah, one would think. Honestly right now I am sitting here feeling very bad for her. Despite how angry and upset I was yesterday, I do understand that she is sick and needs help. She is desperate that we don't call the police or landlord when these things happen, but we don't know exactly how to explain to her that we are not comfortable physically confronting her when she is obviously not in control.
