Evicted
Two days ago my biggest dilemma was "Who am I going to spend Valentine's Day with?" Now it's "Where am I going to live?"
My judo Sensei and her husband are our [my family's] landlords. Yesterday, my mum received a phone call from said husband telling us that he had separated from his wife and needed a new abode, so we have 4 weeks to vacate the premises.
Apparently, the separation has been for some months and no one bothered to give us a head's up.
I'm not upset about losing the house, because I completely understand how awkward the situation must be for their family and the decision that they've made. In addition, we were very fortunate to even obtain the house in the first place--and for a fairly generous deal.
I'm upset because people that we've called our friends--people that I've seen and/or spoken to on more than one occasion for months and months--didn't even bother to tell us something that would effect our lives dramatically. Yes, it's their private business, but if it were an issue of secrecy, who did they think we would tell? We're not that kind of people. Besides the fact that it wasn't a family-kept secret in the first place! They'd told other people!
I can't get my head around why we've been left out of "the loop". Their family has been distancing themselves for months and I cannot fathom why. I've hashed it in my head and then rehashed it a hundred times, but I still can't figure out what we've done wrong to deserve this leper outcast treatment. Are we bad people? Is this punishment for something?
If only someone had told us ... we would have had time to adjust to this--to plan and prepare. Yet now we're told at the worst possible time. My brother has just started his final school year and may now have to switch schools, because we can't afford a house in this area, nor the money for our run-down car to travel back-and-forth from the area that we can afford. My mum hasn't been getting much work lately, so I may have to quit uni and get a full-time job for us to afford somewhere decent to live, as most of the money will be going toward the move. And even if I didn't have to quit uni, I won't be able to afford textbooks or frequent public transport, which is seriously going to affect my study. Besides the fact that we're due to move in my first week back. On top of which, most of the houses that we've been able to check out in our price bracket are absolute dives--and they don't allow pets, so it looks like we'll have to get rid of our dog.
And I just realised that I'll have to cancel my Easter holiday plans to visit randybaggins, interstate, because that money will now have to go toward the move as well. I don't know how this will affect my judo.
I feel like I've been pushed off the plank of a pirate ship. Scratch that--not pushed, but fly-kicked. And I'm aware that the people I'm talking about may read this, but I don't see how that should affect them, because everything I've written is true (and without malice). This is my journal and I'm hurting. I'm in such a whirlwind right now that I'm flying from one extreme to the other. One minute I'm crying, the next I'm angry as heck. As for mum, well, she hasn't stopped crying since she was told and I don't know what to do. The old saying must be true, because right now, I feel as though I can only count my true friends on three fingers. It's just a pity that one of them is interstate right now, because I really need her.
Sufficed to say that I won't be spending Valentine's Day with anyone now.
**Edited to add: Oh, and our near-new fridge died today [in the middle of this oh-so-wonderful heat swell], and it's going to cost a couple of hundred dollars to get it fixed, because it's just out of its warranty.
Life is fecking grand.
My judo Sensei and her husband are our [my family's] landlords. Yesterday, my mum received a phone call from said husband telling us that he had separated from his wife and needed a new abode, so we have 4 weeks to vacate the premises.
Apparently, the separation has been for some months and no one bothered to give us a head's up.
I'm not upset about losing the house, because I completely understand how awkward the situation must be for their family and the decision that they've made. In addition, we were very fortunate to even obtain the house in the first place--and for a fairly generous deal.
I'm upset because people that we've called our friends--people that I've seen and/or spoken to on more than one occasion for months and months--didn't even bother to tell us something that would effect our lives dramatically. Yes, it's their private business, but if it were an issue of secrecy, who did they think we would tell? We're not that kind of people. Besides the fact that it wasn't a family-kept secret in the first place! They'd told other people!
I can't get my head around why we've been left out of "the loop". Their family has been distancing themselves for months and I cannot fathom why. I've hashed it in my head and then rehashed it a hundred times, but I still can't figure out what we've done wrong to deserve this leper outcast treatment. Are we bad people? Is this punishment for something?
If only someone had told us ... we would have had time to adjust to this--to plan and prepare. Yet now we're told at the worst possible time. My brother has just started his final school year and may now have to switch schools, because we can't afford a house in this area, nor the money for our run-down car to travel back-and-forth from the area that we can afford. My mum hasn't been getting much work lately, so I may have to quit uni and get a full-time job for us to afford somewhere decent to live, as most of the money will be going toward the move. And even if I didn't have to quit uni, I won't be able to afford textbooks or frequent public transport, which is seriously going to affect my study. Besides the fact that we're due to move in my first week back. On top of which, most of the houses that we've been able to check out in our price bracket are absolute dives--and they don't allow pets, so it looks like we'll have to get rid of our dog.
And I just realised that I'll have to cancel my Easter holiday plans to visit randybaggins, interstate, because that money will now have to go toward the move as well. I don't know how this will affect my judo.
I feel like I've been pushed off the plank of a pirate ship. Scratch that--not pushed, but fly-kicked. And I'm aware that the people I'm talking about may read this, but I don't see how that should affect them, because everything I've written is true (and without malice). This is my journal and I'm hurting. I'm in such a whirlwind right now that I'm flying from one extreme to the other. One minute I'm crying, the next I'm angry as heck. As for mum, well, she hasn't stopped crying since she was told and I don't know what to do. The old saying must be true, because right now, I feel as though I can only count my true friends on three fingers. It's just a pity that one of them is interstate right now, because I really need her.
Sufficed to say that I won't be spending Valentine's Day with anyone now.
**Edited to add: Oh, and our near-new fridge died today [in the middle of this oh-so-wonderful heat swell], and it's going to cost a couple of hundred dollars to get it fixed, because it's just out of its warranty.
Life is fecking grand.