the novelty of being back home has worn off.
I didn't expect the world to stop still for me when I got back.
All I wanted was to be able to slot into my life as I had left it, and continue on from there. As if returning home after such a long absence wasn't jarring and difficult as it is.
My house is not my house anymore-it's been taken over and all my belongings either used up or left dirty or just plain missing. Abi has my $400 bag. She hasn't lived in that house for at least two months. She didn't even tell me she had it until I specifically asked her.
So many of my things are missing and I don't know what's happened to them because the combination of busybody mother who is constantly moving things about, and having a whole host of different people using my house, my ROOM, as a fucking doss house means nobody else can remember either. Not to mention that my good glasswear has been broken, I'm scared to check the other things I left there. I asked them to pack up my makeup and put it in a bag and give to my mother. They never did and now it's all either used or missing. Now that I'm jobless-it's not possible to replace all that MAC!
The house is a pigsty. I spent so much time and money cleaning it up and making it look as new as I could. For a 30-odd year old house that's a big job! Now the garden is overgrown worse than what it was before I cleared it all up, and it looks like nobody cares about hygiene or the state of the place.
I'm disgusted, and offended. She wasn't paying rent there. Only the bills for the things she was using, eg rates and utilities. She forgets who owns the house, and that she is extremely lucky to be able to stay there without paying rent. Similar houses in the area are going for $270 a week. And that's without the lock up garage and extra additions this one has. It's not a big fancy house but it's a fucking decent house and it's taking the piss!!!
Abi was the worst. Having all her family round to stay over and using my belongings as if they were her own-I don't mind if people ask me first so I know what's going on but she used my things without telling me or asking me and then would leave them filthy. There is a white handbag in my wardrobe that has what looks like coca cola splattered all over it. I know for a fact I didn't leave it like that. And I know what she's like.
What's even more frustrating, is that my mum and uncle don't care. Mum argues with me and takes whatever side I'm *not* on just for the sake of it. This was their mothers house-how can they not care???
This girl has the gall to complain to me that the alarm battery hadn't been changed by my uncle. Excuse me-you're complaining because the owner of the house you don't pay rent in, won't come over and fix the alarm for free??? HIRE A FUCKING ALARM REPAIRMAN. She's not going to uni any more and is working full time. It's not like she can't afford it.
I'm so angry. About ready to tell her to pack it in and fuck off.
That's not it though (although it is the end of my house rant).
But I'm done with the whinging for now.
All I wanted was to be able to slot into my life as I had left it, and continue on from there. As if returning home after such a long absence wasn't jarring and difficult as it is.
My house is not my house anymore-it's been taken over and all my belongings either used up or left dirty or just plain missing. Abi has my $400 bag. She hasn't lived in that house for at least two months. She didn't even tell me she had it until I specifically asked her.
So many of my things are missing and I don't know what's happened to them because the combination of busybody mother who is constantly moving things about, and having a whole host of different people using my house, my ROOM, as a fucking doss house means nobody else can remember either. Not to mention that my good glasswear has been broken, I'm scared to check the other things I left there. I asked them to pack up my makeup and put it in a bag and give to my mother. They never did and now it's all either used or missing. Now that I'm jobless-it's not possible to replace all that MAC!
The house is a pigsty. I spent so much time and money cleaning it up and making it look as new as I could. For a 30-odd year old house that's a big job! Now the garden is overgrown worse than what it was before I cleared it all up, and it looks like nobody cares about hygiene or the state of the place.
I'm disgusted, and offended. She wasn't paying rent there. Only the bills for the things she was using, eg rates and utilities. She forgets who owns the house, and that she is extremely lucky to be able to stay there without paying rent. Similar houses in the area are going for $270 a week. And that's without the lock up garage and extra additions this one has. It's not a big fancy house but it's a fucking decent house and it's taking the piss!!!
Abi was the worst. Having all her family round to stay over and using my belongings as if they were her own-I don't mind if people ask me first so I know what's going on but she used my things without telling me or asking me and then would leave them filthy. There is a white handbag in my wardrobe that has what looks like coca cola splattered all over it. I know for a fact I didn't leave it like that. And I know what she's like.
What's even more frustrating, is that my mum and uncle don't care. Mum argues with me and takes whatever side I'm *not* on just for the sake of it. This was their mothers house-how can they not care???
This girl has the gall to complain to me that the alarm battery hadn't been changed by my uncle. Excuse me-you're complaining because the owner of the house you don't pay rent in, won't come over and fix the alarm for free??? HIRE A FUCKING ALARM REPAIRMAN. She's not going to uni any more and is working full time. It's not like she can't afford it.
I'm so angry. About ready to tell her to pack it in and fuck off.
That's not it though (although it is the end of my house rant).
But I'm done with the whinging for now.