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Ok, I need to vent now...

Ok, so Joe and I used to live in San Diego. We had this cute little apartment in a good part of town, and we were happy there. Then December came along and his contract with the military was up, so he got out. At first we thought we could handle the civilian life, but quickly learned just how dependant we had been on not only the military but the paycheck he recieved too. After a few months of paying part of of rent on credit cards we found we had no money in the bank, maxed out cards, and my job giving me less hours, and his civilian job screwing him out of his proper pay. Unfortunatly we lost our apartment.

Which brings me to where we are now. In an act of desperation we asked my parents if we could live with them for a short time until we got back on our feet. They agreed, but when we did arrive they were already changing "the rules". Instead of giving us the downstairs master bedroom like they had said we were told to move into a very tiny room that is next to the garage. They put a full sized bed in there and that is the only thing that really fits. But we were so grateful to not be on the streets we didn't complain.

Now we've been here for just 2 months, but it certainly has not been the easiest 2 months. We aren't allowed to use the kitchen when my step-dad is home, which he always is, and we aren't even allowed to do laundry. Just a couple of days ago my mom pulled me aside and said that we have to start paying rent. Mind you she KNOWS what an a*****e her husband is to us, and she KNOWS that we are still paying off debt, and yet she asks us to pay $500 a month! She is claiming that its just for utilities, but I hardly believe that since our utlitiy costs in our apartment were maybe $100 bucks for everything, and that was when we did cook, and did do laundry.

I tried talking to my mom about it and she doesn't want to hear it. And my step-dad just growls that if we don't like it to go get our own place. But Joe is getting back in the military and no one is going to lease us an apartment for only a month or two even if we could afford it! Dammit I hate feeling so damn trapped. stressed

I am so sorry Psy, is there any thing I can do to help besides be here to lean on???

*Big group hug*

i think i need to vent but maybe i just need to cry,or somthing.

i just found out my best friend ever(and my worse friend ever) died 6 weeks ago.
we didnt have any contact the last few years because stuff happend,bad stuff.
But before that he was my best friend,my buddy,my soulmate.
I met him when i was 14 (he was 23)and even though we had this huge age diffrence,we really had a great friendship/relationship.
we talked about everything and anything,had loads of fun togheter,did some crazy things..it was great,for 2 whole years.
I dont know when and where things went wrong,but they did..and i left.Then things got worse (seriously worse as in trying to kill himself so i would feel guilty worse and stalking me)
so the next 2 years i had grown to hate him,with a passion.Then he one day left and i never heard from him for 6 years.
then we met again at a party.I was married and we just had our oldest son.He seemed to have changed and we had a nice talk.I was so proud of myself being able to be so "mature"about this all (ooo i was so wrong!!)and agreed to meet him for coffee a few days later.
wrong move..he started all over again ,so i left telling him i never wanted to see him again,ever!
then last year i got a letter from,he was in a mental hospital,he wanted a talk with me,his tutor would be there to.i said no but after 3 more letter send and a call from the tutor i agreed to go.He seemed changed (hee didnt i think that before?!)and we had a talk about all things that happend and he apologized.I accepted and told him i still didnt want him in my life.He was fine with that.
and now i got a phone call from his sister,he was killed in a car accident and when they were going through his things they found a will leaving everything to:..me.I dont want it.i feel like hes getting to me again eventhough hes dead now.They also found pictures of me and my kids ,i didnt have any contact with him in those years so hes been following me (again)i feel violated,im angry.And worse of all,if there is a heaven or hell..hes up there laughing for getting to me one last time!
i told his sister i dont want any of his things.She understood and after i sign some papers,she will get them all.
actually after typing all of this down (he got me to spend time on him again!)i feel better already,i shouldnt spend my energy on being angry with him,hes dead.And although i never wished him dead,im finally sure he wont bother me again.

Thanks for all the hugs and support, but I need to vent a little bit more on the same subject...

This morning I got up and went to take a shower, the shower is difficult to begin with, and you have to turn the handle slowly up to hot, but this morning it was still cold. I turned off the shower and tried again. Still freezing. Now I'm irratated. I go to the bathroom sink and try to run the hot water figuring once it gets to the sink it will heat up the shower. Turn on the sink...its freezing. Wait 10 minutes and check the water, its still freezing. So I wrap a towel around me and go to find someone. I run into my step-dad and told him the hot water isn't working. He just glares at me, and says its only the bathroom Joe and I use.

So what happened? They turned off the hot water heater that is linked to our bathroom! They turned it off! So I was forced to wash in water that was so cold I coulds have melted snow and it would have been warmer. Plus dealing with this whole thing this morning made me late to work. stressed stressed stressed I am so not having a good day right now. stare

Wow that really sucks! I would have gone to another bathroom and taken a shower. Seems to me that your Step-dad is alittle childish.

*hugs psy*

Thanks everyone. Trixie you're right my step dad is very childish. Being treated so badly by them has definatly taken its toll. So much so that its been causing health issues, and as frustrated as I am I won't cry over it because it makes me so mad at the same time, and all I want to do is scream at them.

I'm about ready to call the detailer and say ******** it just send us to Guam, so long as it gets me out of that awful house!

But he doesn't want us mad, he wants us out. Hes made that point very clear since the moment we walked in the front door.