Moving
We moved to a larger apartment in the same complex in December of 1997. We were responsible for cleaning out the entire apartment to their standards in order to not have to pay an extra cleaning fee. He moved all the heavy stuff, with my help and I was in charge of ALL the cleaning. The doors were open, it was freezing, and my son stayed in his playpen….fingers all red and cold, HE was saying he didnt need his coat and hat on, he was inside after all….running between apartments leaving my son alone was crazy. I couldnt clean and get it done fast enough.
Once we offically moved into a larger space I had an old friend (we’d been friends since kindergarten) who needed a place to live. We suggested that she live with us in our new extra room. Then there was a whole issue of rent. She was paying half, then after not working, and talking to her father, she thought it would be more fair if she paid 1/3 and we paid 2/3 since there was three of us and only one of her. I agreed, as that made sense to me, but I wasnt allowed to make any money decsions.
She eventually moved out. Her father came to help her. He and her dad had an argument in our living room as my son sat on his lap. It looked like he was using my child as a human shield almost, poised on his lap while his father screamed at a total stranger. “She was trying to live here for free!” “She needs to understand what she agreed to in the first place!” I didnt speak to her again for almost 7 years.
Looking Forward 