Finally, the worst week ever in my life is over
If you don't want to read me bitch and angst, move on to another journal. You have been warned.
Jeff was kicked out of my apartment. By me? No. By my roommates are selfish, and would rather see someone (Jeff) living in a box off of University Blvd (which is the same in Jax as it is in Melbourne) than bear the discomfort of a MAN living completely out of sight but still present in the apartment. They knew that he wasn't staying there by choice, but because he would be HOMELESS if he didn't. But no, he's a boy, and he might give them cooties. So they tell the landlord. Never mind that we TOLD THEM we were leaving next week. So I'm charged $500 to be paid in 7 days and Jeff has to leave (We assumed immediately). And then he's homeless. But my roommates are comfortable.
Hysterical crying ensues. Strangely, Jeff is comforting me, as I'm incoherently keening at my mother over the phone. My Shnoo comes in and saves our asses, letting us stay with her for a week. Jessica also helped us, letting us stay for a night to give my sister a break.
Then the scary part...Jeff has to call his mother. Don't know if I've spoken to all of you about the mother creature, but lets just stay there is then a 30 minute screaming match over my phone. Both of them are yelling and I'm cowering on the bed. However, his mother surprisingly agrees (because she was making him leave at the end of last summer, we didn't think she'd take him in). So. At least he's not homeless. But he had to convince her that he would be before she agreed.
So we go to Shnoos, which was like a haven from the crap. Except for the first night when cats pissed and shit on our bed three times (which is a blow up mattress and futon). None of us expected that. Cait saved Jeff's blanket (which he's had for over 10 years and loves), and I scrubbed the futon down with soap and water. It still smells. Thankfully, Cait saved the day again by agreeing to put the cats in the hall at night. I owe her a huge favor.
Then I rarely got to spend my last week with my boyfriend because of class. And then we had to move him in to his mother's and have dinner. More screaming, except extended over a period of 5 hours.
Now he's gone. And I managed not to cry. Until I saw that he'd left one of his spoons. And I thought (seriously, I did) that it was heartbreaking that I wouldn't get to see him eat with HIS spoon for a long time. And then I saw his favorite drink mix, and thought that he wouldn't have his favorite drink, and I couldn't make it for him anymore. Then I cried a bit. Then I watched Grey's Anatomy to not cry. Jeff called and was very upset. They were fighting again. I tried to comfort him but he's miserable.
So. Now it's Monday, and things can only go up. Hopefully we'll still have Samhain.
Jeff was kicked out of my apartment. By me? No. By my roommates are selfish, and would rather see someone (Jeff) living in a box off of University Blvd (which is the same in Jax as it is in Melbourne) than bear the discomfort of a MAN living completely out of sight but still present in the apartment. They knew that he wasn't staying there by choice, but because he would be HOMELESS if he didn't. But no, he's a boy, and he might give them cooties. So they tell the landlord. Never mind that we TOLD THEM we were leaving next week. So I'm charged $500 to be paid in 7 days and Jeff has to leave (We assumed immediately). And then he's homeless. But my roommates are comfortable.
Hysterical crying ensues. Strangely, Jeff is comforting me, as I'm incoherently keening at my mother over the phone. My Shnoo comes in and saves our asses, letting us stay with her for a week. Jessica also helped us, letting us stay for a night to give my sister a break.
Then the scary part...Jeff has to call his mother. Don't know if I've spoken to all of you about the mother creature, but lets just stay there is then a 30 minute screaming match over my phone. Both of them are yelling and I'm cowering on the bed. However, his mother surprisingly agrees (because she was making him leave at the end of last summer, we didn't think she'd take him in). So. At least he's not homeless. But he had to convince her that he would be before she agreed.
So we go to Shnoos, which was like a haven from the crap. Except for the first night when cats pissed and shit on our bed three times (which is a blow up mattress and futon). None of us expected that. Cait saved Jeff's blanket (which he's had for over 10 years and loves), and I scrubbed the futon down with soap and water. It still smells. Thankfully, Cait saved the day again by agreeing to put the cats in the hall at night. I owe her a huge favor.
Then I rarely got to spend my last week with my boyfriend because of class. And then we had to move him in to his mother's and have dinner. More screaming, except extended over a period of 5 hours.
Now he's gone. And I managed not to cry. Until I saw that he'd left one of his spoons. And I thought (seriously, I did) that it was heartbreaking that I wouldn't get to see him eat with HIS spoon for a long time. And then I saw his favorite drink mix, and thought that he wouldn't have his favorite drink, and I couldn't make it for him anymore. Then I cried a bit. Then I watched Grey's Anatomy to not cry. Jeff called and was very upset. They were fighting again. I tried to comfort him but he's miserable.
So. Now it's Monday, and things can only go up. Hopefully we'll still have Samhain.