My mother's been here for over a month. It's really been helpful having someone to drive me to work and prepare meals. That's why I feel bad about this rant, because I hate to complain.
I need to move. I am being transferred to a, to put it nicely, less stressful environment (small building, one level, better neighborhood). To do this, I have to break a lease. I wanted to use my last month's rent and forfeit the security deposit since it's too cold in the winter anyway. I went to visit my ex and my mother kept emailing me, calling me a piece of garbage for not paying the rent for Oct. There were seven of these emails.
When I got home, she told me my ex was a dirty old man and I was a fool who didn't want to get better for traveling so far (he drove). I said that I had given my LL a check. She seemed to have a psychotic break at this point, slamming doors, screaming in my face, calling me expletives. I wasn't going to let it bother me but I started to cry, I was worried about a relapse. I forgot to take my Tec. "You're a *** moron for giving her a check!" I asked my ex to look at the emails. It made me doubt *my* sanity, but he said clearly she wanted me to pay October.
Something similar has happened before where she balled up her fists and used them on my car. I felt so bad, because I worked so hard for this car and took such good care of it, and now it's all scraped on one side from last May and I can't drive it very far. I wish I could snap my fingers and just die and someone deserving get the car. It is just agonal to be alive at this point, so much work and nothing to look forward to.
I need to move. I am being transferred to a, to put it nicely, less stressful environment (small building, one level, better neighborhood). To do this, I have to break a lease. I wanted to use my last month's rent and forfeit the security deposit since it's too cold in the winter anyway. I went to visit my ex and my mother kept emailing me, calling me a piece of garbage for not paying the rent for Oct. There were seven of these emails.
When I got home, she told me my ex was a dirty old man and I was a fool who didn't want to get better for traveling so far (he drove). I said that I had given my LL a check. She seemed to have a psychotic break at this point, slamming doors, screaming in my face, calling me expletives. I wasn't going to let it bother me but I started to cry, I was worried about a relapse. I forgot to take my Tec. "You're a *** moron for giving her a check!" I asked my ex to look at the emails. It made me doubt *my* sanity, but he said clearly she wanted me to pay October.
Something similar has happened before where she balled up her fists and used them on my car. I felt so bad, because I worked so hard for this car and took such good care of it, and now it's all scraped on one side from last May and I can't drive it very far. I wish I could snap my fingers and just die and someone deserving get the car. It is just agonal to be alive at this point, so much work and nothing to look forward to.
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