State of the Tory
Possessions: So, according to Cyn, I'm "allowed" to get at my stuff when I can move it out for good (which I will be doing next Saturday with a U-Haul), but I'm "not allowed" in the actual apartment or basement. (In quotations because this is bullshit; as far as I know, my name's still on the lease, and Cyn's just being a whiny brat; the only reason I'm putting up with it is for the sake of avoiding greater social rifts like restraining orders.) So if one or two willing strong people would be willing to carry crap out next Saturday, that would be lovely; this is, of course, very volunteer, though I could attempt compensation in my small ways.
Housing: So, according to the landlady here, I'm going to have to find someplace else to sleep *until* the bathroom is finished, for assorted legal reasons and such. Annoyingness. With luck, I have secured a futon nearby for the next little while, but if that falls through, I may be making couch-surfing calls again. Epic meh.
Emotions: My previous state of intense rage has slowly boiled down. The major change is that, at this point, I don't care about Cyn's well-being or emotional state. I'm certainly not going to, y'know, go out of my way to hurt her or deliberately make her life difficult, but neither am I going to make the slightest effort to respect her comfort levels unless it's entirely self-interested. (This is, for me, much more of a big deal than it sounds. I have reached this state of not giving a shit about somebody's feelings...once, mmmmmaybe twice in my life before? Abusive ex, crazy mother. On that level.)
Job Hunt: Interview tomorrow. Had another few nibbles on my Craigslist ads. Bit of an upswing. Pity I took a full-time week-long gig, so starting Tuesday, I won't be around weekday hours to take care of it. (That gig ends Monday, a week from tomorrow. I just needed the cash.)
Housing: So, according to the landlady here, I'm going to have to find someplace else to sleep *until* the bathroom is finished, for assorted legal reasons and such. Annoyingness. With luck, I have secured a futon nearby for the next little while, but if that falls through, I may be making couch-surfing calls again. Epic meh.
Emotions: My previous state of intense rage has slowly boiled down. The major change is that, at this point, I don't care about Cyn's well-being or emotional state. I'm certainly not going to, y'know, go out of my way to hurt her or deliberately make her life difficult, but neither am I going to make the slightest effort to respect her comfort levels unless it's entirely self-interested. (This is, for me, much more of a big deal than it sounds. I have reached this state of not giving a shit about somebody's feelings...once, mmmmmaybe twice in my life before? Abusive ex, crazy mother. On that level.)
Job Hunt: Interview tomorrow. Had another few nibbles on my Craigslist ads. Bit of an upswing. Pity I took a full-time week-long gig, so starting Tuesday, I won't be around weekday hours to take care of it. (That gig ends Monday, a week from tomorrow. I just needed the cash.)