It is a dark time for the Rebellion...

Bad news. Maybe. The place where we used to live turned us down. And they took their darn sweet time telling us about it, we had to call them. Hmpft. Well, maybe it’s for the best. It wasn’t the greatest place to live, just the cheapest and easiest for us to get into. We’ve found two other places we like, and while we have to start the whole application process all over again, and it’ll be more expensive, we’ll have a bit more space and be in a better part of town. So maybe it’s for the best, it’s just not as easy to see right now, because I’m upset.

One of the good things about the potential new place we’re looking at is that we can get a three-bedroom for just a few bucks more than a two bedroom. It’ll mostly be a study / tool staging area for Beloved Hubby, but that’s fine with me ! We’ll fill out the application this weekend and submit it Monday. Only problem with that is, when things get tough for M & FIL, will they try to move in with us ? Frankly, after all this, I refuse to let that happen. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to see them – or anyone – homeless. But I have HAD IT with living with FIL. He’s been hiding out since all this hit the fan, and I’m actually in a better mood… because I’m not mentally bracing m’self for another series of lies every time I see him. When you’re not constantly in a half-state of dread or anger, it’s easier to be more chipper and hopeful.

Beloved says we’d charge them rent, but need I remind him of the two trucks FIL was supposed to pay for ? The one he made two payments on, and didn’t even pay to get the oil changed after that ? The other one he never paid a dime towards ? No. I will bust my big butt to get them their own place, but I am not living with them again. This dependency crap has got to stop.