Do you like my title? I hope so….because its all I have at the moment. My brain is utter and total mush. I have done my best lately to try to stay on top of life, but life is winning. Plus well, blogging about “I went to work, came home and cooked dinner, ate dinner and watched t.v., and then read” is kind of boring.
However, in the last 48 hours there have been some developments in this house. Our HG moved out. Some of y’all may have seen the post up on Facebook, but at 2:30 in the morning he elected to move out because he wanted to “salvage” his friendship with Alex. The events preceding this decision were 1. we asked him to contribute financially because ALL of our bills had doubled since he moved in, and some had tripled. We only wanted help with groceries and one or two of the utilities. 2. After several issues with HG leaving the t.v. on all night we asked him to please set the sleeper timer so it would auto-shut off after a few hours. This way he could do the watch till he slept bit AND the t.v. would get turned off. (pretty damn reasonable if you ask me.) Lastly, 3. we set a curfew.
When HG initially moved in we did tell him there wasn’t a curfew per se, but we’d like to know if he’s going to be waltzing into our house post-midnight just because you know…door opening after midnight is going to freak me out unless I know why. However, HG didn’t have a car and he’s been borrowing Alex’s car. (This means the two of them have been sharing one car to get to two jobs in opposite directions. Skills!) This hasn’t been a big deal, but Alex had started to get frustrated with HG taking the car out and staying out till 1 or 2 a.m. HG evidently saw this as an issue because I guess he felt entitled to stay out however dang late since he was an adult.
(Although we were feeding, housing, clothing, etc him….so yea. You do the math.)
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when he used it to drop off Alex, drive to his job, NOT meet Alex over lunch to swap, and thus leaving Alex having to find a ride home and then sit and wait for me to get home because ALEX’s car and keys were elsewhere. Alex was pretty upset and pretty much said to me that he was going to have a major sit down talk and he wasn’t ever going to let him borrow the jeep again. I supported him because well that’s freaking retarded. The car owner should not be the one having to find rides and if you borrow a car then OMFG respect the rules.
(This isn’t also accounting for the multiple parts of Alex’s jeep that are now broken and only ever broke when it was being borrowed. Yet it was all situations where “I have no idea how / when / who did it happened.”)
Ironically this night, before Alex could do the major talk, he got the “I’m moving out text.” So …. hey no talk necessary, saves everyone the trouble. Thanks HG!
I’m pretty upset over the whole situation (can you tell) but not for me. I wasn’t happy he moved in, but whatever. He’s out and I’m totally cool. What I’m upset over is my husband got burned. Financially we now have to both absorb the cost to fix the jeep (no proof means no way to get former HG to help), all those bills …they are coming due now. Right as former HG moved out. Etc. And in all this Alex is just like “I don’t get it…”
Being a supportive wife sucks sometimes. I love my husband and I’d really like to give former HG a piece of my mind but I know he wouldn’t change and thus saying anything would achieve absolutely nothing, but also Alex really thinks that former HG is telling the truth when he says “I moved out to help [Alex] and Stephanie’s relationship.” So I’m keeping my mouth shut, supporting Alex regarding decisions he makes as this finishes out and living the philosophy of Lesson Learned!
Yup way more of a bitch-fest than I intended. Sorry y’all. I hope the randomly interspersed cute photos helped distract from the venting. Or at least gave you something to do other than read my vent.
What lessons have you learned the “hard way?”