meowbunny
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and it's all my fault! After saying she didn't want to be tenant any longer, nothing changed. I finally told her that she was still doing nothing and had not posted a list of what chores she would do when. Before I could say another word, she told me she would go back to being a tenant. I told her, no, that wasn't an option. She had until the end of the month to find a place to live.
She has found an apartment -- unfurnished. It won't be available until mid-April and I told her that was okay, she could stay until then. She then told me what all she was taking from the house for her apartment. Mind you, not asked, but told. When she got to the couch, I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing. Um, sorry, dear, you can take you clothes and makeup, the tv in your room, the extra set of dishes, your bedding, things in the garage that we aren't using. You're NOT taking my crockpot, Cuisinart, blender, toaster, procelain knives, etc. To say she was not happy was putting it mildly.
Then it was I'm going over to a friend's house. I asked her when she planned on cleaning her room. I really did just want a set time it would be done, nothing more. First, it was it's really not that bad -- the dirty clothes are in the hamper. I asked her what about all the other stuff -- cups and cans all over the place, tissues on the floor (she'd had the flu, etc.). She then started screaming at me, saying I didn't want her to go to her friend's, was mad that she had found a place to live and so on. Honestly, I was so stunned I didn't say a word. When she finished her screaming, I told her the room needed to be cleaned -- it was unsanitary and if she chose to not clean it, she could move out now. She tried arguing, I repeated clean or leave. Ultimately, she cleaned.
Part of me is sad at the idea of her being gone. Another part is truly relieved. I'm hoping she remembers she still has a mother and lets me know how she's doing but the odds are against it (unless she wants something). I know I'll miss her but not the drama or the mess. Cleaning up after her is like having 3 toddlers. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the screaming, the being blamed for everything. I guess I'm just plain tired.
I hope she succeeds in this new journey. I love her but I really don't want to live with her anymore.
She has found an apartment -- unfurnished. It won't be available until mid-April and I told her that was okay, she could stay until then. She then told me what all she was taking from the house for her apartment. Mind you, not asked, but told. When she got to the couch, I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from laughing. Um, sorry, dear, you can take you clothes and makeup, the tv in your room, the extra set of dishes, your bedding, things in the garage that we aren't using. You're NOT taking my crockpot, Cuisinart, blender, toaster, procelain knives, etc. To say she was not happy was putting it mildly.
Then it was I'm going over to a friend's house. I asked her when she planned on cleaning her room. I really did just want a set time it would be done, nothing more. First, it was it's really not that bad -- the dirty clothes are in the hamper. I asked her what about all the other stuff -- cups and cans all over the place, tissues on the floor (she'd had the flu, etc.). She then started screaming at me, saying I didn't want her to go to her friend's, was mad that she had found a place to live and so on. Honestly, I was so stunned I didn't say a word. When she finished her screaming, I told her the room needed to be cleaned -- it was unsanitary and if she chose to not clean it, she could move out now. She tried arguing, I repeated clean or leave. Ultimately, she cleaned.
Part of me is sad at the idea of her being gone. Another part is truly relieved. I'm hoping she remembers she still has a mother and lets me know how she's doing but the odds are against it (unless she wants something). I know I'll miss her but not the drama or the mess. Cleaning up after her is like having 3 toddlers. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the screaming, the being blamed for everything. I guess I'm just plain tired.
I hope she succeeds in this new journey. I love her but I really don't want to live with her anymore.