I am just your ordinary average everyday sane psycho supergoddess - Liz Phair
DD22 is moving to NYC to go to school.
We went apartment hunting last weekend.
Never in my life have I ever sent more paperwork just to lease an apartment.
As she is a student, she has no income so WS and I will be guarantor's for the lease.
Everyday the realtor needs something, sometimes twice a day. I am expecting to have to give a DNA sample soon and maybe a kidney.
We still do not know if she has an apartment, we found one, it's cute, in budget, do-able.
Well today, I have just about had enough, it's time to shit or get of the pot so to speak, do we have an apartment or not? DD gave a deposit, filled out the applications, we sent bank statements, pictures of our drivers' licenses, pay stubs, letters from employers, tax returns, you would think we were buying the place!
So just for shits and giggles, I looked for apartments today.
I found a couple that will take students without guarantors, apartment is closer to school.
DD called me a little while ago, I asked her how firm her budget was as I found another apartment and was waiting to hear back from the realtor (different one) who listed it about whether utilities are included.
She just started pissing and moaning! "It's a fake listing" "That can't be real" blah, blah, blah. Just negative.
I said okay, I am sending you the link anyway, check it out.
For some reason that really, really got on my nerves.
I went for a walk around my building at work.
When I came back from my walk, DD called me and said "there is no counter space" "where is the tank for the toilet?" blah, blah, blah.
I lost it.
I told her, "I'm done, I am not going to let you talk to me like that anymore" "I'm trying to help considering the circumstances, if you don't want my help, fine" "I will see you when you come to get me at work".
And I hung up the phone.
That was the straw.
I am ready to say goodbye to everyone and move to Mexico with my Mom.
I have held it together being the only parent around for my kids for 7 fucking years now, I can't do it anymore.
[This message edited by imagoodwitch at 2:50 PM, August 7th (Thursday)]
Don't keep dancing with the Devil and wonder why you are still in Hell.
It's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits.