I really dislike when things come down to the wire and you have to make a snap judge decision. That is what this past week has been for my husband and I. We got "served" on the 6th of July and our court date was set for June 16, this past Friday. Interestingly enough, our apartment manager told us that "we didn't have to show up to court" and that they would take care of everything. Yeah. Come on, I was born at night, but it wasn't LAST night! I wasn't going to fall for that. And we didn't. Right at 2 o'clock on Friday afternoon, we strolled into the court room with our heads held high. Come to find out we were the only ones from the complex that actually showed up (I guess all the others believed when the office said they didn't have to go).
The judge calls our name and we go up there along with the manager and assistant manager. The judge asks for the lease, and asks us to make sure that was in fact our lease. It was. He then asked the balance and turned to my husband and asked what happened (like I wasn't even there). My husband informed him that he had lost his job and things just came at us all at once and we couldn't catch up. The judge shook his head and his verdict was in favor of the apartments, which of course we expected. We have to pay the amount we are past due and all of the court costs. Yeah, hold on, let me pull 2000 dollars out of my ass real quick. Shit, we didn't even have enough gas to get home, let alone pay anything on our past due amount.
When we got home there was a letter on our door from the apartments. Man they are determined to get us out of there. It said we had five days from that day to vacate or they would get the sheriff to come and watch while they took all of our stuff from the apartment. Well this was fine, we were planning on being out of there by Monday (yesterday) anyway. So I call up our "roommates" and inform them that we do need to be out by Monday and if they were able to secure a truck. Well this is where the story gets interesting.
Now if you remember correctly (or if you read on a regular basis) my "roommate" is called Ma in this blog. Well I need to put a name to her husband so I will just say, Butters. Why butters? Because if you have seen South Park, and know who the character is (all his "quirks") then you have a general idea of who this man is.
Here's the story:
Ma and Butters had found an apartment. This was a good apartment. It was in our price range and everything fell into place with the move in special and all that jazz. Well I asked Ma if she was going to need any help from us money wise. She said no, she had everything covered, for us to just take care of food to make sure everyone can eat. This was fine by me. Well something happened (Butters has bad credit and failed to tell anyone of this little fact) and we had to pay more just to get the keys for the apartment. Well Ma knew better than to ask me for anything because she knew that I spent everything on food and gas. Butters on the other hand decided he was going to finally be a man and spoke up; "So are you guys gonna help us with any of this extra money we need to put up?" To which my response was "No, where did you think all the food came from, the food fairy? We don't have anything to give you that will help". All hell broke loose. He went off the rails with how we aren't helping and "maybe it's not a good idea if we do this".
So here we were, Friday evening and no where to go. My husband called his family and I called mine. No one wanted to help (that's a completely different post all on its own) or "couldn't" help. We were ready to just live in our car when our guardian angel came and lifted us up. She is an old friend of mine and my husband's who we lost contact with for awhile (distance can do that). She didn't even care what our situation was, she wanted us to move everything into her place and stay with her. *Plot twist* While my husband was on the phone with her, Ma called me. She told me how bad Butters felt about everything he said and they didn't want to see us end up in the street, for us to come and stay with them anyway.
So instead of having no place to go, we had two places to go. Now it was time to weigh out everything and see where the best place for us to go was. Well our decision was easily made for us. On Saturday, Ma sent me a message saying that they already needed help with next month's rent and if we were going to stay there how much could we help with. I gave her the facts. My husband only works Friday, Saturday and Sunday's. He will get Thursday and sometimes even a Monday if the work is there. He gets about 150 to 300 dollars a check. We have our phones to pay, our car insurance, gas needs to be put in the car and food needs to be put on the table. I told her that we would help with food and give some towards the small bills but we wouldn't be able to help with rent. Well I felt we were just going around in circles. I mean they needed help with the rent and we haven't even MOVED IN yet! I knew living with them wasn't going to be a good idea. We would never be able to get back on our feet if that was the case.
So we moved in with my husband's friend. The move was completely stressful. We didn't know what to take, leave or put in storage. We struggled with cleaning the apartment or just leaving it a clean mess (where we put all the trash in bags but don't take the bags out). We also were stressing on how we were going to get all our big furniture from one place to another. Since we weren't moving with with Ma and Butters, they weren't going to help us move (I guess their way of punishing us) so we needed a truck. We were finally able to find a few people to help us move, but man it was difficult to see so many things go into the trash or have them given away.
In the end, we are so much better off. We finally completed everything today and turn in the keys. We decided on leaving the apartment a clean mess. They were making me leave, I wasn't going to let them have all the fun. I can just imagine the look on their faces when they walked into the apartment and saw four HUGE trash bags full to the brim with stinky, smelly trash. Oh man what I would have given to be a fly on the wall at that exact moment. It would have given my little fly body such a shiver.
We are most comfortable with our new living arrangements. Our new roommates are fun to be around and they don't want anything from us but our help around the house and some money as we can afford it. We know that we are going to have three meals a day and there is plenty of room for all of us to spread out and do our own thing. Only drawback, we went from sleeping on a King sized bed every night, to sleeping on a queen sized sofa bed. Hey it's all good. We have a good roof over our head, our belly's are full and will stay that way, and we are much happier being here.
I love the new sparkle that is in my husband's eyes, and I love the new surge of energy and positivity I have going on within me. I really do believe that this move was for the best.
Now the wait for more doors to open is on. Hopefully they don't take to long to swing open.
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