So, Ambria and I have our lease coming up at the end of this month, and we were hoping to move. The first reason is that we just really want to have a backyard. The second reason is because while we like living on the third floor, we would really like to have our kitchen, and where we store our groceries, on the first floor.
My mother actually owns a house with her boyfriend that they rent out. Now a lady was living there, and because she didn't like that their house was three stories, was hoping that she could get out of her year long lease. And because Ambria and I were looking, the lady gave her thirty day notice and is leaving on September 30.
Now our lease is up on September 30, so if we want to move out that day, it would be one incredibly stressful day of moving, since would have to vacate by 5:30pm.
So we called our landlord on the first of September to see if we could rent for one more month. He didn't call back for five incredibly stressful days.
But when he did, he said we could have our last month's rent applied to October, which just makes everything so much better, cleaner, and easier. We really couldn't be more pleases with the situation.
Everything seemed to be falling into place, and with the addition of my boyfriend moving in with us, Ambria and I are looking at easier bills to pay since we will be splitting everything three ways. It seemed like all was good. I just had to inform my dad and Sharon.
Now I knew they wouldn't be happy, mostly because Sharon is constantly on a roll badmouthing my mom. It's either She is so irresponsible about this, or She is only concerned about herself or She really has no idea how to make herself happy.
Which honestly, I have no idea how someone can judge someone else's happiness, but whatever.
But before we even had this conversation, she had to first badmouth me about how I am just "not succeeding" at school because I haven't gotten my Bachelor's yet. ("I did it in four years," she constantly points out to me.)
And then, to put the icing on the cake, she attacked Ambria for not being in school, saying, "If you don't get a degree in something, you will never be successful at anything. You are making yourself into a failure. Doesn't your mom care about you?"
Basically she was on a roll of just being a horrible bitch monster.
So I waited until we were leaving to go home to tell them that our home was going to be moving.
Sharon plastered on a super fake smile, said it was great, voiced concerns about Ambria and my "safety," in the neighborhood, and stood there with her hands folded in front of her like she was supremely uncomfortable.
We pointed out that our friend Zach lives in the neighborhood, and Dad even said his friend lived in the same block just a few streets over in the neighborhood. Not only are we farther away from a major street, (unlike at the moment) but I have already lived in the house before when I was younger and don't remember having any sort of problems anyways!
We just nodded and shrugged and smiled and left as soon as possible, because we were just done. Done with her superior, "I KNOW BETTER THAN YOU!" attitude.
And even though I know she went upstair with my dad and complained and whined and yelled at my dad what a "disappointment" I was, I figured it would just blow over.
It didn't. Sharon later decided to text me to inform me how Ambria was "limiting my possibilities" and I was "tying myself down" where Ethan is concerned. And in the most adult way possible, I explained that I am twenty-two, I have been living by myself since I was nineteen, and I am perfectly capable of making rational and well thought out decisions, she basically suggested I was nothing more than a child, making a childish decision.
So while I knew they weren't going to like what I was doing, I was at least hoping they would be falsely supportive.
We are still moving obviously, (we gave our sixty day notice). I just don't think that I am going to be seeing very much of either of them for a while. Mostly because I am mad, but also because I am not one of Sharon's employees to be managed and taken care of. She either needs to accept that this is yet another chapter in my life, or risk me closing down the lines of communication with them even further.
