Then things went downhill really quickly. Skank got a job working as a topless dancer at a cabaret and subsequently began using drugs and cheating on Whipped. This led to Whipped sitting at home at nights getting really drunk and on one occasion trying to kill himself. And to top it all off they were not very clean people. They would leave their laundry in the washer and dryer forcing me to finish their laundry before being able to start my own. As far as food and stuff went we were supposed to alternate nights. They would cook one night and we would cook the next. Well most of the time they would forget and then at the last minute get fast food. Or just completely forget altogether. And they rarely cleaned up after themselves. They would leave dirty dishes on the counter until there were maggot colonies living in them and then I would have to clean them up. Then they got a puppy. Oh god the puppy. They were never home so they weren't there to house train her. So they would lock her in a kennel in the garage all day where she would howl incessantly until I let her out. Even when they were home she would shit and piss in the dining room and they would never clean it up. I'm not saying that we were perfect or anything but we tried to be as respectful of them as possible and we always followed the rules that we had set. Of course, the situation was not one that we were going to live in especially with our young child (1 year old at the time) running around. So we decided to move out.
That led us here. You see this place was brand new when we moved in. It was pretty and clean and it would be all ours. It was in a nice neighborhood near stores and 5 minutes away from the in-laws. Oh and it was available right away and since we were desperate to get out of the house we were in we immediately decided that this place would be ours. Oh hindsight. So we had to move our stuff from a house with more than 2000 square feet into one with less than 1000 square feet. I know that people who live in big cities have to live in places much smaller than this but I'm not one of those people and I really do hate it here. So I am going to complain about all the little things that I hate so much about this place. Here is list of the things I hate:
-The master bedroom. It has a window on one wall, the back door on another, and the tiny closet and HALF BATH on the other. So that leaves only one available wall to put the bed. Which happens to be the wall that is shared with one of the other bedrooms. Oh did I mention that the MASTER bedroom only has a HALF BATH. Yeah its kinda frustrating.
-The back yard. It has a retaining wall that is concrete. And most of the actual yard is filled with rocks and other junk from when they built this place. And its a hill. A big ugly hill with a monstrous ugly concrete wall at the bottom.
-The bathroom. Its tiny and cramped. It has nasty sliding glass doors on the tub that are impossible to get completely clean. You can hear everything that is going on in the neighbors bathroom which means they can hear everything in ours. And the stupid towel rack came out of the wall within a month of living here and it wont go back up. I hate that stupid towel rack.
-The laundry room. Well its not really a room. Its like a little closet next to the kitchen that doesn't have any doors on it. It has a washer on one side and a dryer on the other. The space between the washer and the dryer is about 4 feet. Which means when you open the dryer you have to step back as far against the washer as possible or climb over the stupid dryer door as you open it. Because for some reason they made it where the dryer opens towards the doorway instead of towards the wall. Its always in a perpetual state of disarray because there isn't anywhere to put the laundry. You can't have a dirty clothes basket in the laundry room because then you can't open the freaking dryer. So we have to put our clothes on the floor. Which means that while standing in the kitchen you can see our dirty clothes piled up on the floor. Which sometimes becomes an avalanche that spills into the kitchen. I REALLY REALLY HATE HATE HATE the laundry room.
-The bugs. Oh God the bugs. We get ants every year. And if it rains a lot we get really huge ugly water bugs. And little beetles. And snakes. Oh and freaking brown recluse spiders. We've tried plugging all the holes in the foundation and around windows and doors but it doesn't stop them. We've had ants in our bathroom coming through tiny little holes in the base board. The bathroom thats in the middle of the freaking house without a single outside wall attached to it. Yet somehow the ants were living in the walls and coming through tiny little cracks into the bathroom.
-The cramped spaces. We obviously have too much stuff for such a little place but we have gotten rid of almost everything we possibly can. This means that our house almost always looks like a tornado hit it. If a single book gets out of place on the bookshelf it makes the entire living room look messy. Its terrible and embarrassing and I hate it.
There...I'm done for now. I know that I shouldn't complain especially since we've been in worse situations before. I know I should be happy that we aren't living in our car again and that we are able to live here without me having to work so I get to stay home with our son. And I am happy for those things but sometimes I get really frustrated being here and I go a little crazy and I need to rant about it. I know things are going to get better and eventually we will move from here hopefully to a bigger place. But for now I am going to grumble and groan about how much I dislike this place.
