Sorry
I should have made this post yesterday. I talked to David on Sunday. Mainly I got to talk to him because I was sent home from work in just under 2 hours because I was suddenly hit with something. I think it may have been an anxiety attack or a nervous breakdown.
None the less, David also had the day off from work (Yes. Work. He got a seasonal job at Morris Costumes Warehouse, and if you are interested, contact me and I can hook you up with one too) so I had a chance to talk to him one on one. Turns out that, once again, Melissa put words in his mouth (I had theorized this, but when you are trying hard not to cry, you don't argue).
First of all, the place she wanted to move to was a TRAILER. Yeah. David wasn't gonna put up with that.
Secondly, being that David is just getting back on his feet and she killed her credit, it wasn't like they could move into anyplace nicer than the trailer (the trailer being a friend's or relative's).
Most importantly, David didn't want to move. Melissa's reasons for moving were simply that she wants to be closer to her family (she can do that on her own if you ask me) and that she cannot STAND me.
So, after talking to David and pumping him up, the two of them went to their room and "talked". (Surprised the cops didn't show up really). I pried the results of their conversation off David the next morning and he was pleased to report that not only had she seen the light (our place > trailer), but she would let me stay AND was planning on getting the 18 month lease. In all honesty, had she NOT seen the light, I would be looking for a roommate for me and David cause he sure as hell wasn't moving out either.
There appears to be only one condition to me being "permitted" to stay, and that's that I have to be out of the apartment until 10pm 3 nights a week.
Now you might be saying "that's not very fair" or "why are you staying?". allow me to explain.
She pays her share of rent. I'm gonna ignore a lot. Besides I'm used to this sort of treatment, minus the kick out threats (which she can't legally do anyway since I'm on the lease and I need to stay on the lease for proof of residency). Mainly I'm staying because of David. If I'm not their, he will either break of crack. So I'm keeping his sanity in check.
As for the fairness of the proposal (which she hasn't approached me with, but she has a month to get around to it), well, I close at work twice a week as it is, meaning I get off at the earliest 9:30 anyway. I'm not gonna tell her this. All it means is one other night a week I have to disappear. I think I can pull that off.
And the reasoning for me being forced to stay out 3 nights a week is because I need a "social life". Apparently her main complaint about me is I'm "always there". Yeah. Apparently I don't work or go to school or anything. Nope. I just sit around the apartment and take up space in front of my computer. Hell, I let her watch whatever she wants on MY TV and I stay out of her way. I hardly even speak to her unless I'm trying to make conversation (gasp).
What I've noticed about her is this:
1) she can be mad, angry, depressed, moody, etc all she wants, but David and I have to keep our emotions in check. Gods forbid I have a bad day at work or I'm randomly depressed.
2) She. Can't. Stand. Me. How do I know this? Because is gets annoyed when I'm happy, sad, angry, etc. She has told me this in one way or another.
3) She has a memory that would rival that of a goldfish. One day, she called me (as she started doing for some unknown reason) while I was in my room no less to tell me I had kitchen duty today. When I went to work and came home, I sat down on the computer to do some homework and she's yelling at David about it being his day to do kitchen. Mind you, less than 12 hours had passed from the phone call.
And she's done it like 4 times since. She finally went back the my method of keeping a chart in the kitchen (I'm sure it's all "her" idea too".
Ok, that's enough of me on that tangent.
Sunday, being that I was sent home from work and felt crappy, I looked at David and said "Let's go to the movies", which we did. And we saw Charlie and the chocolate factory.
1) Good movie. Could have done without the subplot, but that seems to be the way of the movie industry these days. Take a good movie and shove a "cleaver" subplot into it. One that'd make the author either shoot himself or rise from his grave in zombie like fashion and go eat a few writers' brains.
Seriously, we didn't need to delve into the depths of why Wonka wanted to be a chocolateer nor did we need his sitting there saying "Why does Charlie love his family? I don't get it". Yes, it happens. People lose touch with their families for many reasons. But sub plots like these are for morons.
2) This is where I meant to rant about subplots. I'll just move on to
4) Everything in this room is eat-able. Even I'm eat-able. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
Ok, that's enough for now. Thank you for all the advise. I may need it in the future. Shannon, I will call you. Eventually >.< when I have a moment.
Val: David and I are still tight. David is still slowly seeing the light. I'm working on it /ok
None the less, David also had the day off from work (Yes. Work. He got a seasonal job at Morris Costumes Warehouse, and if you are interested, contact me and I can hook you up with one too) so I had a chance to talk to him one on one. Turns out that, once again, Melissa put words in his mouth (I had theorized this, but when you are trying hard not to cry, you don't argue).
First of all, the place she wanted to move to was a TRAILER. Yeah. David wasn't gonna put up with that.
Secondly, being that David is just getting back on his feet and she killed her credit, it wasn't like they could move into anyplace nicer than the trailer (the trailer being a friend's or relative's).
Most importantly, David didn't want to move. Melissa's reasons for moving were simply that she wants to be closer to her family (she can do that on her own if you ask me) and that she cannot STAND me.
So, after talking to David and pumping him up, the two of them went to their room and "talked". (Surprised the cops didn't show up really). I pried the results of their conversation off David the next morning and he was pleased to report that not only had she seen the light (our place > trailer), but she would let me stay AND was planning on getting the 18 month lease. In all honesty, had she NOT seen the light, I would be looking for a roommate for me and David cause he sure as hell wasn't moving out either.
There appears to be only one condition to me being "permitted" to stay, and that's that I have to be out of the apartment until 10pm 3 nights a week.
Now you might be saying "that's not very fair" or "why are you staying?". allow me to explain.
She pays her share of rent. I'm gonna ignore a lot. Besides I'm used to this sort of treatment, minus the kick out threats (which she can't legally do anyway since I'm on the lease and I need to stay on the lease for proof of residency). Mainly I'm staying because of David. If I'm not their, he will either break of crack. So I'm keeping his sanity in check.
As for the fairness of the proposal (which she hasn't approached me with, but she has a month to get around to it), well, I close at work twice a week as it is, meaning I get off at the earliest 9:30 anyway. I'm not gonna tell her this. All it means is one other night a week I have to disappear. I think I can pull that off.
And the reasoning for me being forced to stay out 3 nights a week is because I need a "social life". Apparently her main complaint about me is I'm "always there". Yeah. Apparently I don't work or go to school or anything. Nope. I just sit around the apartment and take up space in front of my computer. Hell, I let her watch whatever she wants on MY TV and I stay out of her way. I hardly even speak to her unless I'm trying to make conversation (gasp).
What I've noticed about her is this:
1) she can be mad, angry, depressed, moody, etc all she wants, but David and I have to keep our emotions in check. Gods forbid I have a bad day at work or I'm randomly depressed.
2) She. Can't. Stand. Me. How do I know this? Because is gets annoyed when I'm happy, sad, angry, etc. She has told me this in one way or another.
3) She has a memory that would rival that of a goldfish. One day, she called me (as she started doing for some unknown reason) while I was in my room no less to tell me I had kitchen duty today. When I went to work and came home, I sat down on the computer to do some homework and she's yelling at David about it being his day to do kitchen. Mind you, less than 12 hours had passed from the phone call.
And she's done it like 4 times since. She finally went back the my method of keeping a chart in the kitchen (I'm sure it's all "her" idea too".
Ok, that's enough of me on that tangent.
Sunday, being that I was sent home from work and felt crappy, I looked at David and said "Let's go to the movies", which we did. And we saw Charlie and the chocolate factory.
1) Good movie. Could have done without the subplot, but that seems to be the way of the movie industry these days. Take a good movie and shove a "cleaver" subplot into it. One that'd make the author either shoot himself or rise from his grave in zombie like fashion and go eat a few writers' brains.
Seriously, we didn't need to delve into the depths of why Wonka wanted to be a chocolateer nor did we need his sitting there saying "Why does Charlie love his family? I don't get it". Yes, it happens. People lose touch with their families for many reasons. But sub plots like these are for morons.
2) This is where I meant to rant about subplots. I'll just move on to
4) Everything in this room is eat-able. Even I'm eat-able. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
Ok, that's enough for now. Thank you for all the advise. I may need it in the future. Shannon, I will call you. Eventually >.< when I have a moment.
Val: David and I are still tight. David is still slowly seeing the light. I'm working on it /ok