Fallen Cards: A chapter in the House of Characters

Life has a funny way of forcing you to figure out what you need even when you don't know you need it. With that in mind Pimpett, Hubby and I are at the storming phase of development in our relationship. They were not able to pay their rent in January, nor any of the bills. Pimpett's account wound up being overdrawn and Hubby's disability check from his job has not come through yet. This is frustrating all around for everyone and well...I'm pissed.

I was a dumb ass with my money and with a healthy dash of mania I went on ebay and spent what should have been my extra money this month, but instead needed to put towards their share of the bills. So of course by the time it caught up with me my account wound up being overdrawn. Now I'm not perfect, however I know not to play before I pay. I'm ok with that, but this round the reverse happened. Yeah it was stupid and irresponsible and now I'm playing catch up.

So, with that in mind the escalating tension due to financial stress finally cracked on Sunday. Hubby's body language oozed of a pathology that resonated across my childhood issues. I felt like I was living with my mother again. His body language was rigid and closed off. He could barely make eye contact. However, I am not living with my mother anymore, and in fact they are living with me. With that in mind I called him on it. He was upset I had him talk to the landlord on Thursday. Oh, well. You should have paid the rent or at least called him.

While there has been ineffective "spitting" going on there is resolution on the horizon. Yes, I don't like paying other people's bills so yes I get pissed when that happens. Needless to say when I have been around I haven't been the happiest person. Mostly though I have been keeping a low profile. Comments included "You can't prove we live here," "We only have a gentleman's agreement," and "I should charge you for the maid service,". Biting my tongue, I only thought of my comebacks which included, "In the state of Connecticut proof of residence is determined by where you have your mail sent." "Really? You don't remember that email I sent you stating our agreement? Gentleman or not, I have something in writing, bitch!" Lastly, "Consider your maid service your interest payment on what you owe me."

I think the best advice I got was to change the locks, and honestly I most likely will if this shit isn't resolved by the end of March. If I'm not paid back for the oil, my thermostat has a lock box, and it will be going into use. No pay. No heat.