A long post about a lot of bull shit., thankfully my brains are still in my head.
The summer is over at last and I have decided to have one last BBQ, originally intended to be a housewarming party, but now instead is a farewell to summer party. Here is why. The summer started pretty good, laid back not much to do, I have come to grips with the death of my mother and was enjoying the warm lazy days working on several writing projects. Halfway through I started working a few days a week preparing to go full time sometime after the summer. Then an apartment opened up, could this finally be, life falling into place? Brandon’s grandmother has a small apartment she would be willing to rent to him, myself and Mirian, freedom at last. We could hardly wait to get in and look around, see where we planned on putting are stuff, excitement bubbled within us. However for some reason the crazy old lady would not let us see the place, this seemed strange, I have known this woman for as long as I have Brandon and had never seen this side of her. No matter, finally we were able to get a look at the place that would soon be our new home, a sad day that was. The apartment was a shit hole, with mold and fungus all over the walls. We got to work cleaning and painting, although Brandon rarely decided to show up and help, instead he complained endlessly, pissed and moaned, and sometimes made problems worse. I stuck it out, slaving away in the apartment though, through fights with Mirian and fights with Brandon, I stuck it out. Some mornings I’d get up and seven go to work and go over there until ten at night, sometimes later. But I did it. I finished painting, I redid some walls, and finally moved my stuff in, oh happy days. I should mention that through the whole fixing the shit hole of place up I did have to deal with the insane old woman bitching about every little thing you can think of, including the fact that we wanted to put up our own blinds, and use our own dishes and cups.
Also there was the couch we brought and the fact that she had informed us we could have nobody over including Mirian’s own brother. We ignored it the best we could and continued the moving process. All though there were days when I wanted to call it quits, mostly those long days working my ass of to fix the place while Brandon did nothing but sit on his lazy ass, of course he had work and couldn’t call out to help us because he used up all his sick time, understandable except for the fact that he called out to lay on the couch at his father’s and watch TV and then again to take a trip to New York. But me being the good guy I am let this all side until today. After much more insanity from the old woman I finally broke when she began going through our trash, Mirian and I were already living in the apartment, only three days, but we were there and happy for the most part. We didn’t enjoy the woman trying to walk in to the house; thankfully we lock the doors, and could not stand that she would peer through the windows. But after the trash and her complaining about our cats I had had enough. I called Brandon and told him he either does something about her or I’m leaving. I called him twice to drive my point home but he made it quite clear that he didn’t care how crazy she was or if Mirian and I did not move in. I let this roll off my back figuring I would talk to him later tonight when he came by with more of his stuff but realized I did not have the address to the apartment and wished to order food. I called his cell phone, then his house phone, nothing I tried both again thirty minutes later and again nothing, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and figured maybe they didn’t here the phone after all they were having a party. An hour or so later, after finding the address and eating it was time to get ready for bed, Mirian has school in the morning and I have work. I called his cell again and then his house to see if he had his key so I could lock up, again no answer. So Mirian called his house at which point his mother answered the phone and after a long moment he got on not to please to being taking the call. He said he had his key and that was that. Or was it. Now Mirian and myself were quite pissed off about the whole situation, the refusal of him to speak with her, and her refusal to give us our space, after all were paying for it. It became clear that this would not work out, his grandmother had dropped little hints that she did not want Mirian or me there, so why should we stay where we are not welcome? After a good hour of rage boiling deep inside me I grabbed a box and began packing. Brandon came by with more of his things at which point I informed him the place was all his and went on packing. His mother came in, we went to the grandmother and I told her I was not moving in because of her. She claims she gave us privacy and had done nothing wrong.
She said she’d give me my money back and that was that, I am still packing now, and still quite pissed off, pissed off enough that sleep does not seem to be an option. Life goes on a new from here; I am done with Brandon for the time beings and shall beginning looking for a new place for Mirian and myself here on the Island. I will have my BBQ and enjoy good times with good people, I will go about life as it was and work towards the greater goals just as I always have.
Also there was the couch we brought and the fact that she had informed us we could have nobody over including Mirian’s own brother. We ignored it the best we could and continued the moving process. All though there were days when I wanted to call it quits, mostly those long days working my ass of to fix the place while Brandon did nothing but sit on his lazy ass, of course he had work and couldn’t call out to help us because he used up all his sick time, understandable except for the fact that he called out to lay on the couch at his father’s and watch TV and then again to take a trip to New York. But me being the good guy I am let this all side until today. After much more insanity from the old woman I finally broke when she began going through our trash, Mirian and I were already living in the apartment, only three days, but we were there and happy for the most part. We didn’t enjoy the woman trying to walk in to the house; thankfully we lock the doors, and could not stand that she would peer through the windows. But after the trash and her complaining about our cats I had had enough. I called Brandon and told him he either does something about her or I’m leaving. I called him twice to drive my point home but he made it quite clear that he didn’t care how crazy she was or if Mirian and I did not move in. I let this roll off my back figuring I would talk to him later tonight when he came by with more of his stuff but realized I did not have the address to the apartment and wished to order food. I called his cell phone, then his house phone, nothing I tried both again thirty minutes later and again nothing, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and figured maybe they didn’t here the phone after all they were having a party. An hour or so later, after finding the address and eating it was time to get ready for bed, Mirian has school in the morning and I have work. I called his cell again and then his house to see if he had his key so I could lock up, again no answer. So Mirian called his house at which point his mother answered the phone and after a long moment he got on not to please to being taking the call. He said he had his key and that was that. Or was it. Now Mirian and myself were quite pissed off about the whole situation, the refusal of him to speak with her, and her refusal to give us our space, after all were paying for it. It became clear that this would not work out, his grandmother had dropped little hints that she did not want Mirian or me there, so why should we stay where we are not welcome? After a good hour of rage boiling deep inside me I grabbed a box and began packing. Brandon came by with more of his things at which point I informed him the place was all his and went on packing. His mother came in, we went to the grandmother and I told her I was not moving in because of her. She claims she gave us privacy and had done nothing wrong.
She said she’d give me my money back and that was that, I am still packing now, and still quite pissed off, pissed off enough that sleep does not seem to be an option. Life goes on a new from here; I am done with Brandon for the time beings and shall beginning looking for a new place for Mirian and myself here on the Island. I will have my BBQ and enjoy good times with good people, I will go about life as it was and work towards the greater goals just as I always have.