Seriously?
The last week has been almost the same if not more frustrating but I am learning to deal with it. Claire has resorted to sending nasty emails such as "send me the revisions because my system is down and you didn't email me a copy when you were done" and requesting things to monopolize my time such as requesting me to find her a parking garage while at an appointment.
Colin has let me deal with it and I try my best to get it organized.
The people upstairs kept us awake yesterday morning at 4 a.m. with their dog howling until I banged on the door. The man had the audacity to actually confront me about why I was banging at 4 a.m. So I told him. And then, I went back outside and had a talk with him. He told me that he didn't want me to be "hostile" and my response was "last I checked you were the one who came into MY house to threaten to beat me up so not sure what you're talking about" and he didn't say anything. I didn't scream, but I told him we're done with this. The swearing, the yelling at the kids, the constant noise. That we want sleep. He says he's dealing with the dog and that he wants it all to work out and that they are sick of our garbage in the bin because of maggots...news to us, but if that's his only issue then he's going to have another thing coming to him when he finds out we are bringing the landlord to the tribunal if he doesn't respond to our message telling him we want our deposit back and the cost of a moving truck (which we did on Monday morning).
Want to know what was astounding though? right AFTER I told them to shut it, he went into the house, and I went into our bedroom to study law and wouldn't you know it? he started cursing, swearing, and yelling at the girlfriend. Sigh.
Gregory outted that he's clean and has never felt better. That he loves me and wanted to know how much I loved him. Then, he dropped yet another damn bomb on me. He wasn't "entirely" honest about the money he still owed to the guy for drugs. Awesome. Another $150. He says he wants to forgo hockey this season (his choice, not my recommendation) to make up for the loss because it would save us $300. I said I wasn't entirely sure that's a good idea and requested that he talk to our therapist about it tomorrow. I know when I was trying to get better, having my foster mother save me by helping me get to the gym and even going with me made the cravings and stress seem less. Maybe I took the working out a bit far, but it stopped the drugs. So did tattoos ... as evidenced by my leg, but whatever. If we have to work it out then we have to work out both.
I told him that we go through this every month; that every single month it's another thing he couldn't be bothered to mention, and that he's lying AGAIN by keeping those secrets. He, once more, contends that he's trying and he was afraid to let me know exactly how deep he was in. That he knows he can keep saying that there is nothing else but I won't believe him. I told him the same thing I said before, even mentioning that I've said it before, that being a grown up isn't about always being a grown up. I whine, I complain, I throw fits, and cry. But the part about being a grown up is you stand up and take what you dish out, move forward and take responsibility for things and respect the people around you. You take care of yourself, your bills, your life and you take that part of you that wants to throw a fit and embarrass yourself and just get rid of it. He says he understands but I have obviously yet to see full fruition.
Will is coming over tonight because CJ kicked him out of the house so he can study for school. Rather than go ALL the way back to Toronto when he works a few cities from where we live, he's just going to stay with us. I'll make them both their lunches. The house is clean mostly because we have Dawn, Pat, and Greg's sister coming Friday for dinner.
Maybe I can break out Whoville....
Colin has let me deal with it and I try my best to get it organized.
The people upstairs kept us awake yesterday morning at 4 a.m. with their dog howling until I banged on the door. The man had the audacity to actually confront me about why I was banging at 4 a.m. So I told him. And then, I went back outside and had a talk with him. He told me that he didn't want me to be "hostile" and my response was "last I checked you were the one who came into MY house to threaten to beat me up so not sure what you're talking about" and he didn't say anything. I didn't scream, but I told him we're done with this. The swearing, the yelling at the kids, the constant noise. That we want sleep. He says he's dealing with the dog and that he wants it all to work out and that they are sick of our garbage in the bin because of maggots...news to us, but if that's his only issue then he's going to have another thing coming to him when he finds out we are bringing the landlord to the tribunal if he doesn't respond to our message telling him we want our deposit back and the cost of a moving truck (which we did on Monday morning).
Want to know what was astounding though? right AFTER I told them to shut it, he went into the house, and I went into our bedroom to study law and wouldn't you know it? he started cursing, swearing, and yelling at the girlfriend. Sigh.
Gregory outted that he's clean and has never felt better. That he loves me and wanted to know how much I loved him. Then, he dropped yet another damn bomb on me. He wasn't "entirely" honest about the money he still owed to the guy for drugs. Awesome. Another $150. He says he wants to forgo hockey this season (his choice, not my recommendation) to make up for the loss because it would save us $300. I said I wasn't entirely sure that's a good idea and requested that he talk to our therapist about it tomorrow. I know when I was trying to get better, having my foster mother save me by helping me get to the gym and even going with me made the cravings and stress seem less. Maybe I took the working out a bit far, but it stopped the drugs. So did tattoos ... as evidenced by my leg, but whatever. If we have to work it out then we have to work out both.
I told him that we go through this every month; that every single month it's another thing he couldn't be bothered to mention, and that he's lying AGAIN by keeping those secrets. He, once more, contends that he's trying and he was afraid to let me know exactly how deep he was in. That he knows he can keep saying that there is nothing else but I won't believe him. I told him the same thing I said before, even mentioning that I've said it before, that being a grown up isn't about always being a grown up. I whine, I complain, I throw fits, and cry. But the part about being a grown up is you stand up and take what you dish out, move forward and take responsibility for things and respect the people around you. You take care of yourself, your bills, your life and you take that part of you that wants to throw a fit and embarrass yourself and just get rid of it. He says he understands but I have obviously yet to see full fruition.
Will is coming over tonight because CJ kicked him out of the house so he can study for school. Rather than go ALL the way back to Toronto when he works a few cities from where we live, he's just going to stay with us. I'll make them both their lunches. The house is clean mostly because we have Dawn, Pat, and Greg's sister coming Friday for dinner.
Maybe I can break out Whoville....