As I was saying in my previous post, the single life agreed with me alot. I was used to the idea of being single for awhile. But then things got ugly fast. Me and my son had a big blowout and he ran away. I should say that he didn't run very far. He ran upstairs, to be more specific.
Our upstairs neighbor and my son had struck up a rather inappropriate "friendship". She was a young single mother/ pothead who would text and message my young son on a daily basis with invites for him to go get high everyday, with her, in the backyard garage. I was NOT happy about this relationship and my son knew it. She did too but still showed no respect and kept doing it.
Well, that day we had the fight my son disappeared. He wasn't home when I got home from work so I gave it a week then called up his social worker. About 2 weeks later I suddenly got a call from Child Protective Services saying "someone" had called in and was scared for my children's safety in our home, and that they had heard that I had been evicted from my home.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I calmly explained that no, I had not gotten evicted and that the information they had received was incorrect. I explained that I had a bad upstairs neighbor who was doing drugs with my teenage son, and that I had asked my landlords to let me out of my lease early and that they agreed. The social worker then asked me about my job, and blah blah blah. By the end of the conversation she said she had good idea of what had happened and then told me that it was our upstairs neighbor who had called in and made the complaint. I was pretty angry and upset but continued to look for a new place, determined as ever to get out of there and away from my neighbor.
Even looking back, I just have to shake my head. This immature girl. I just don't understand people like that. Well, around this time I got the news that my ex had been evicted from our old place. He had gotten into a drunken fight with his brother and the police had been called. I was looking on-line everyday looking for places that I could afford as a fabulous single person, but unfortunately, my single budget didn't go very far when I was looking for 2-3 bedroom rentals.
As my ex started cleaning out our old house and bringing stuff over to my place, we decided to try and make it work again. For the sake of the kids, and mostly for the sake our budgets. Reality stinks. These days we all need all the help we can get financially, and even though I worked 2 jobs, there wasn't much I could afford on my own and still be able to pay all my other bills. So here we were again, house hunting.
I was determined that we were NOT going to repeat history again with the drinking, so I laid it all out on the table. If there was ANY drinking, he would have to move out immediately. We would find a 3 bedroom home this time and if things went back to the way they were with the drinking, at least I could rent out 1 of the bedrooms if he moved out. So it was agreed. And I started setting up viewings.
We went and looked at quite a few that we could easily afford. Filled out a few applications and bam, within a week and a half we had signed a new lease with a new landlord, and started packing up. At this time, I was getting calls from my sons school saying he wasn't showing up for school, and I thought to myself, "Of course he's not, He's in the garage smoking pot with his drug sugar mama upstairs until midnight every night." So, finally fed up with the situation, I emailed her from work one day. Telling her I knew he was there with her and to send him home. She replied that she would but that I better watch out if I ever thought about calling the cops on her. Again, I shook my head and just left it at that. I myself, had considered calling social services on her, because she had this baby that she would leave in the bathtub and leave alone upstairs while she was out getting high, but then I would think to myself, no. It's not like the baby will die from being alone. And it's none of my business.
Anyways, we started packing everything up and I started to looking forward to being in a new home where I could just live peacefully.
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