I was nervous going into it, because well let's be honest, I'm kind of a jackass and I didn't know how well moving from my own place to a home with a bunch of people would sit with me. Alas, I really didn't have a choice after my loving husband of seven weeks dumped me, and I called off of work for a week, and got fired, and could no longer afford my awesome apartment. So I put my shit in storage (what was left after giving most of it away), and off I went. And that's how my life in Chicago came to an end.
When it came time to leave Connecticut, and I decided to move back to my hometown, I thought to myself, "I don't want to live alone anymore. I will get a roommate." At first I was going to live with my Aunt, but as my plane was pulling up to the gate at O'Hare, I got a text from her. Simply saying that I would need to find somewhere else to live. Even worse, it came through twice. So that was awesome. I walked through the terminal wondering what the fuck I was going to do. I threw away my life in Chicago for a man who never even wanted me. There was no job for me to go back to in Connecticut. There was no job waiting for me in South Bend.
Thankfully, my best friend in the world saved me by offering up her ex-husband's spare bedroom. That was interesting. He and I had never gotten along. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And there I was. It was livable at best. His live-in girlfriend hated me. They had incessant parties until the wee hours of the morning. My bedroom didn't have a proper door on it. However, I sucked it up, as best I could. Ultimately, the GF told him that it was her or me. Guess who he chose. It's kinda good though, because she had been trying to get pregnant the whole time I was there, and finally did a month after I left. I'm not sure that he knows all of that.
So, I went to my dad's for a week, then to a friend's for three weeks, when finally, my friend, T, suggested I move in with his brother. It's really not something I would have ever thought of, but again, desperate times... Mind you, I am not working this entire time. And frankly, it was hard to keep up with expenses. When I finally found a job, it actually got worse. Suddenly I had a car to pay for, and gas, and insurance, none of which I'd had up until this point. Gas was the big thing. HUGE! Fuck gas prices, fucking oil Nazi's! Needless to say, I couldn't keep up with the bills, and he showed me the door. Did I mention that I've known him his whole life...from church? Christianity, what a bunch of bullshit. I still owe him like $80, but I'm being a real bitch about it because I didn't like his passive/aggressive behavior toward the end of my stay. Oh and also, I was pissed that I was moving again. And also, I was just plain pissed.
So, my boss (who was actually a friend first) told me to come live with her. I stored my shit at my dad's and took only the absolute necessessities. It's been fine, except for her one asshole dog. Did you know dogs could be assholes? I didn't either. I do now. I gave myself the summer to figure something out. It's August now, and guess where I'm moving...in with my seven-week, ex-husband. Which is really funny, because he "couldn't live with anybody" when we were together. This should be super fun. The best part about it is that now I can get all of my shit from my dad's, and storage, and the house in Connecticut. I really miss my stuff.
The only knowledge I can glean from all of this... is that I'm insufferable.
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