It really sucks reliving the past. 5 months ago, My mother and I finally had moved away from Dave's(my moms ex) house, and into one of our own. Well, apartment. Same thing. And we were good. Granted, it did take some string pulling to get into the apartment to begin with. But, before we moved in, we stayed with my grandmother for a couple of days while we were waiting to receive all of the money for the apartment. So, we got everything figured out with the apartment, and moved in only about 4-5 days after seeing it for the first time. So, that was that, We packed all of our stuff, and we were gone. And, it felt good, you know? To finally be away from the man I despised the most and to be with just my mother. If I remember correctly, we moved in on the 6th of April.It was literally, like the best day I have had in 11 years. On my first night there, my mom had to work. She worked over night shifts at WalMart at the time. So, conceivably, I would be spending the first night moved in, alone. But, luckily for me, my best friend, Krissy lived right down the road. So, she actually came over, and we got to spend the night together, on my first night. From there on out, Krissy came over every weekend. See, this is where people will probably think, "Oh hey. happy ending. Woot.:D" But, no. It's not like that. See, eventually, and also unfortunately, Krissy and I started to part a little bit. And, it was sad, of course. And then after that, things just seemed to have gone down hill. Not long after, Mom and I had gotten evicted from our apartment. That was actually two weeks ago. We had gotten everything our of the apartment in one night. Which was kind of awful. Seeing as how we didn't sleep at all, and my mother had work at 5 in the morning. So, we spent one week in the motel that we had stayed in back in winter. We only stayed a week because, the cost for a two bedroom room for one week was 290. That is including tax. And that alone, took both of mine and my moms paychecks. She had only about 20 dollars left and that had to be used for gas. After a day at work, my mo returned to the motel and told me that Dave had and her talked. And he knew about the situation with the motel and what not. So, he told her that if her and I needed to, we could move back in with him. And after everything, you would thing that she would automatically say no. But, she didn't. Instead, she told him that she had to talk to me about it first. And she did. And as soon as she brought it up, I said no. I mean, I suppose it is a nice gesture and all, but I did not want to go back there. I was finally free of him after 11 years. I was done being his little maid. And someone for him to scream at all the time. I wasn't going to be his punching bad anymore, either. She continued to try and talk up the idea for two days. Until finally, I said yes. And I did not say yes because I didn't think her and I could handle paying for the motel every week or anything like that. I said yes because I knew that she would not stop talking about it until I said yes. I said yes for her. Because, I also knew that no matter how many times I said no, we would end up back there anyways. Because that is how it always works. So, we have no been here for about 4 days. I think. I hate it. So, I spend all of my time at work. Or at least try to. I just hate having to be back here after I promised I would never return. But, I do know that as soon as I can, I will be out of here.
I am so sorry for my mindless banter. I think what I am trying to get at is, don't let others decide your future for you. You have to decide what is right for you, by you.
Signing off, A Lively Word.
