An unexpected turn of events
By now, pretty much everyone knows that Draco works out of town during the week. If you don’t know what it’s like to have your partner work out of town, then let me just say how horribly it sucks. Especially when things aren’t going well in life at home.
I posted a good bit about us moving to get back out on our own, as well as in an effort to help Mini-Me, who had been struggling.
We moved into her apartment that she was about to loose over the weekend, with the landlord’s consent, with the intention of helping her get straightened out and everything was fine. Until yesterday at lunch.
For some reason, her landlord decided to change his mind after we spent all weekend moving in and came up here yesterday trying to act like he didn’t know anything about it and said we all had to leave.
Even if I was inclined to not believe that Mini-Me asked him, which I know she did, the things he said let me know that he knew what was going on.
Either way, it’s our word against his and the courts here tend to side with landlords, not tenants.
I absolutely panicked after he left, had a full-blown anxiety attack and was left with a crippling headache. I never left the house or even made it out of my pajamas after that.
Draco thought he had a line on a 4 bedroom double wide that we’d tried to look at months ago, but by the end of the night, it didn’t sound very promising. I was depressed and despondent, not wanting to have to live with someone again when we’d just finally gotten back out on our own.
In an effort to calm and comfort me, Draco said how much he missed me and how he wished we were together and a new idea sprang to life.
Our lives here are loaded with stress. Always have been. We haven’t been able to make anything good happen here for a long time. We stayed because of Mini-Me.
We almost moved to Florida years ago to be closer to my sister of the heart, but in the end, Mini-Me didn’t want to go, so we stayed here, but Mini-Me is grown now.
Draco has decided that since his company had made a bid on the other half of this job, which will put him down there another 10 months anyway, that it’s time to relocate.
He likes it there. The beach is an hour away and he says it’s a nice town. It’s not Florida, but it is another two and a half hours closer than we are now.
I wanted Mini-Me to go, but when I told her last night, she refused. She’s decided to go stay with a friend instead.
I, on the other hand, will be getting a storage building and am storing all or stuff this weekend and will be heading out to make the drive to our new town.
To begin with, we’ll be staying in a hotel while we look for a more permanent situation. I’ve done it before. As long as I have Draco and Dutchess, I’ll be fine.
Today, I’m going after boxes to pack what was unpacked and then to the library so I can use my laptop to try to find us a hotel. Friday, everything will go in storage and Saturday, we should be heading out.
Wish me luck on my new adventure!