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Originally Posted by tf2014
Yes, it was his idea for me to move in. And I was 'given' a room to work in, but it's also the guest bedroom, and he keeps some of his hoard in the very large closet of the room, so essentially I was given two walls. Ironically, I get remarks about the 'mess' I make in there (crafting). I get that it is his house and on some level he does want me here, but I think he attaches so much sentimental meaning to every single thing he has that asking him to put some things away is honestly too hard for him.
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I asked for 1 room. I would have been happy with one room. I arrived with a car load at about 8pm while he was at work & asked his sons
"Where is the room?" And they looked at me like I was nuts.
The money.
Where I had been at I was working very hard but doing very well.
I also did not have very much confidence in myself to hold it all together. I've had to start all over from scratch about 3 times in my life & I was afraid of ...myself I guess.
Maybe I was looking for security. He, I think, has (had) a
"Captain-Save-A H*O" personality.
He wanted to "take me away from all that" ...
It wasn't very long before I was being made very aware of every little thing he paid for or rather; every little thing I wasn't paying for.
It didn't matter that I got phones with service for him & his sons (they had no phones & were taking care of an elderly woman with Alzheimers?) Had my own car (his older son had a beater & he only had 2 motorcycles ...how do you get Mom to the doctor?) & had had NO trash service for 6 months, which I paid for to get started (I had NOT known that prior to moving in; they had been stashing it in the backyard).
But I didn't pay the mortgage. It became VERY clear that I was in HIS house.
Everything had "sentimental value"; even pairs of 20 YEAR OLD SHOES ...(they just don't make em like THAT anymore).
My clue/red flag that totally went over my head, was the time when his eldest son told me
"All his life; Dad gets almost there but then something happens ..."
And that seemed to be true ... A horrible car accident. An ex-wife that left him for the Mailman (literally) with 2 little boys to raise. The mother who was diagnosed with Alzheimers just when his buisness was taking off .... Something. Every time.
I should have known. Guess who was the new "Something".
Me. I'm now the resident 13 year long "something" that "happened" to him. He HAS to have a scapegoat & the scapegoats name is Coschristi.