we’re just trying to move forward
These were interesting words–as Don had pointed out, likely not sourced directly from my mother but from other sources though ultimately it doesn’t matter anymore.
I have a point to make. Here, in rational land where people don’t have magical illogical thinking which actually is resulting in permanent enemies.
This apartment was $400 a month before we moved in. Due to some issues with the shower and kitchen cabinetry and general flooring, we have a lot of stuff that has been left undone or is considered generally unsafe for human habitation. You could not rent this apartment out normally for $700–$400 maybe. Now they want $1050 and I wonder if it as Don says–your aunt and sister got in her ear. If that was the case, MAJOR disappointment.
However…I see with the declaration of my sister, she and we just want to move forward, explaining away my mother’s behavior of kicking us out and repeatedly explaining she didn’t really want us to be homeless. And I realize a HUGE difference between us–if I have the ability to help, I just do. I had so many people live with me for free over the years, and in this place–I had someone upstairs paying way too much rent…and then got people across the hallway AND THEN–then she decided she wanted more money from my unit, all 464 sq feet of it –and lost her soul. Anything more than $400 a month was a gift, on top of the fact these tenants know we actually care. She wanted us to see her as a landlord and apparently torch the entire personal relationship in the process of de-personalizing something that didn’t NEED TO BE DONE THIS WAY. Any rational person could have worked with 60 days. To dick out 5 days before I was supposed to leave town–when, as Don remarked–you should go, you won’t be around another 30 years. This is a woman who would apparently be more than thrilled with my death given I remind them all of what is possible–and someone purposely murdering my joy when I get so little of it. Not forgivable. Money and family, whatever. This woman didn’t EVEN treat me as anything close to family. I hate her and I don’t think I will just forget it. Forget her, sure. But the pain of threatening me with no home after you just gave me up to ANY home? Fuck you, lady. She will never read this. It’s not comfortable.
Which is, actually, the entire problem as she feels psychotically justified.
