SO and I discussed moving in together – he was pretty much spending most nights at my place and things were progressing smoothly. We’d been together for 6 months by then, but knew eachother longer than that, so we were ready. He had also had enough of the tweevils, who were still giving him holy hell. He was getting completely feddup with their antics and told them we were planning to be together, no matter what it took.
He said this was going to happen by the end of March, so Whiny had 3 months to prepare. They had options to either move in together to their own place, take over the rental of the current place, or for Whiny to move back to BM’s.
Whiny baulked at this and said she would look for her own place. Bossy called SO and went off her brain at him, screaming “How could you do this to us?? You’re abandoning us! What’s the RUSH? Why is SHE rushing things?!! What about Whiny? How’s she going to cope? What about the dogs?!!!” SO told her he would discuss it with her on the weekend and hung up on her still shrieking in his ear (she was that loud, I could hear her over the phone).
That weekend, he went to have yet another talk. He told them that we wanted to be together and at our age, we wanted that sooner, rather than later. He was giving Whiny sufficient time to sort herself out and he would help them wherever he could. He left when they started yelling at him again. He told them he would be moving in with me by the end of March – come hell or high water.
Following week, Whiny tells him she’d found a granny flat to rent off an elderly couple, and wanted to move as soon as possible. SO was very happy for her and told her he would help with the move etc. A few days after that, Whiny tells him she wasn’t moving, as the property wasn’t near a train station (she has a car).
A few days later, the house next door to their place, came up for rent. Whiny told SO she and Bossy would move in there. It was a 3 bedroom home, with a big yard for the dogs. Whiny said she had spoken with the owner, who said he would drop the rent to help them out. They told SO that they had been in touch with the real estate, submitted an application and gotten approval to move. This move coincided with the same day that SO was moving in with me.
That weekend, SO and I drove over to his place so I could pack his room up. Whilst I did that, him and my eldest BS would help the tweevils move next door. When we got to their house, tweevils had only packed a minimal amount. Bossy still had her things over at BM’s place.
When we pulled up in the driveway, the tweevils were in the back yard. I got out of the car and walked into SO’s room. I started sorting out his things to pack and as I did so, Whiny came into the house and walked past. She looked in but didn’t say a word. I didn’t acknowledge her and kept packing. I began taking SO’s things out to the car to drive over to my place. As I did so, Bossy walked up the pathway towards me – same thing. I looked right through her and kept moving bags from the room to the car.
BS and SO started grabbing things from the shed to take next door – it was a bloody hot day so we were all sweating and feeling the heat. My middle-Son was working until lunchtime but was going to head over to help lift the heavy furniture for the tweevils.
I drove SO’s things home, unpacked them and headed back. I was going to pick up middle-Son however, he called me and said he received a message from eldest BS, saying no need to go over as they were no longer moving. WTF? I drove straight there and SO is standing in the front yard looking as if he was about to explode.
I asked him wtf was going on… he said when they went to open the house next door – it looked like a bomb had exploded in it. It was completely and utterly filthy. He asked the tweevils if they even inspected the place? They said they looked at photos. He asked how the hell could they just move into a place without inspecting it? The rooms? Kitchen? Bathroom? Laundry? They said they thought the photos was enough. SO asked if they paid a deposit? Bossy said “of course we did! We are not bloody stupid – I’m calling the real estate now!”. SO was PISSED.
I asked where was BS? SO said putting their things back into the garage and the house. I got angry too and yelled for BS to come out front. He came out and I told him to just leave everything – we’re leaving. So, we all left.
I cannot comprehend these two. Since when does anybody get ready to move into a property they hadn’t even inspected? How the fuck could they get SO and my Son to start moving their shit when they hadn’t even sorted out the inside of the house? SO and my BS were both sweating their asses off in the flamin’ hot sun – they’d moved most of the garage and outdoor furniture which took about 2 hours – all for nothing.
At least, we got SO out – and boy! Was he so damn happy to be away from them – the dramas and the never-ending vicious attacks was really starting to get to him. He knows we’re still in for more drama – but the relief we felt when we got back to my place – oh boy!!
We spent the night dancing on our balcony after a beautiful dinner and didn’t waste another thought on them… until the next time.