I don't know what Ron's problem is. He's turned out to be as much of a butthole as Tommy. He's no better. Though, to ask him, he'll tell you that he's so much better. Anyway, for some reason, Ron's got something stuck up his butt, and has had it for the last couple of days.
I know he dislikes my cats, that's a certain, because he's expressed it. Once he told me that they were about ready to be put into a crate and locked up in the bathroom at night. I told him, I didn't think so because that's just mean, and they'll just wail all night long. He said he didn't care as long as he didn't have to hear them. Now, most of the night, these precious babies sleep beside me. So, I don't know what his problem is. Anyway, I told him that I didn't think so because it gets hot in there. Ok, so he quit saying that.
The other day, he comes home with his head stuck up his butt, in a nasty mood, and throws the cat box out the door. Now, this is a man who smells like a brewery every single day when he comes home from work, which disgusts me. He leaves his beer cans all over the floor. We didn't speak that night. Then, I had my epidural the next day, and he didn't come home until 8:30 PM. I didn't have my pain meds (mainly because he was a butthole about that, as I had asked him to pick up the script for me at the dr...as it could only be a handwritten one, not called in...but no...because he worked too late...although a few days he came home at 4 pm...hmmmm, he could have picked them up for me), so I was pretty much in pain. Do you think that man asked me if I needed anything, or how I was even doing? Nope, all he did was sit there drinking and smoking like he was king of the hill or something.
The landlord, the same one that kept bitching at Tommy about stupid things, came over the day of my epidural twice. I was on the phone, and I had to crane my neck, which I shouldn't have done....anyway he left me alone. Yesterday, he came over. He told me that supposidly he went in the room behind the bathroom and said "All I could smell was cat." And that I had two weeks to get rid of the cats, and that he hadn't expected ME here this long. Which is a bunch of bunk because I'm in here all day, and I hadn't heard him in there ever. And, so I'm a problem, too, along with my cats? Ok. So, I know Ron went boohooing to Dave because he wasn't going to get his way with the cats. Now, this is a man that said that he wouldn't allow to see me go into a shelter.
I'm sorry, but my kittens were here long before that fool came along. In fact, I didn't want that moron to even live here to begin with, but Tommy said it was his cousin and we just couldn't put him out. Hmmm, seems like he's done just that to the both of us. Ron was outside last night, a first in weeks, since Tommy left, that he's sat outside talking to Dave. When Tommy was here, all Ron did was sit outside talking about Tommy behind his back to Dave (it was known because whatever Ron said in here, Dave mimicked him word for word). Anyway, it's obvious that suddenly after 3 months, Dave has a problem with the cats, since Ron had a hair across his butt the other day.
Dave told me I had two weeks to get rid of them. Yeah well, ok, my cats have to leave, I'll leave. And I told that to Dave. I told him, I'll be gone, he doesn't have to worry about it. And that I'm tired of living with a drunk anyway. He laughed...hahaha. Then, when snooty Ron came home, he didn't even come inside (that's how much of a wuss he is). So Ron sat outside laughing and joking with Dave (and for weeks now, he's come home and sat in front of the tv, drinking himself to sleep)....hmmmm I bet it was about the fact that he told me that he gave me the ultimatum to get rid of the cats. It seems like he's gone in a circle...when Dave was giving Tommy a hard time about crap (and yes he did, and it was all stupid crap...although Tommy was a loser, but still Dave had no right going off on Tommy about the things he did). Anyway, Ron came in, all sweet and nice. Asked me how I was feeling...I told him, not in such a nice tone, that I was hurting. He asked me why....oh did he "forget" that I had had an epidural the day before? I told him...and he said, "Dave and I were just talking about what's going on." I quite bluntly told him, "I'll be gone." He got quiet and tiptoed out of the apt, back outside again.
Did he think that I would remain here without my cats? I'm sorry, but like I said, me and my cats were here before that selfish man moved in. All he's done is caused dissension. Just because he doesn't like my cats. I mean, who said he could stay here this long? Ron was only supposed to be here a couple of weeks...maybe three, and that was in July. I had told Tommy I didn't like him...and then I got stuck with him by myself. So, now, I'm leaving to probably move into a homeless shelter myself. Again, uprooted. But you know what? I think this'll be for the best. Because I'm going to leave while Ron's at work, and HE'S not going to know where I'm going...and he's going to have to explain to Tommy where I went. So, both those idiots will be out of my hair for good.
I think Ron got upset when I went out for date the other night. Yup, I sure did. I met this wonderful man who took me out to dinner. He is a sweetheart. He's called to make sure I'm ok, and he was worried the day I had my epidural. He's been a strength I needed. The day of my epidural, Mary gave me a bunch of carnations. After the procedure, she went into Safeway, and bought them for me. I stayed in her truck, and when she came out, she handed me the prettiest pink shade of carnations. So I put them into a container, and the next morning, they were in the sink a quite few stalks broken. Of course, Ron would blame that on the cats, as he's done with the messes in the kitchen in the morning....but it's odd how as of late, there's been no messes in the kitchen. Anyway, cats have no conception of mess. I had put them in a plastic pitcher because that's the only thing I had that the stalks would fit in. I wasn't feeling up to breaking them to fit into a glass at that moment. I had put them far enough away from the sink so that by the way they were tipped over, the water would have went everywhere. A bud was on the floor, but if it had not been chewed off like a cat doing it, you could have seen if it were chewed...but it was broke clean off...not chewed. Like I don't know the difference. Does Ron think I'm that much of a dumb-brain?
I've woke up in the mornings where stuff will be strewn all over the kitchen. Of course, Ron has supoosidly "seen" the mess, but didn't pick it up. And, of course, blamed my kitties on it. Funny thing, though....I can get up in the middle of the night, say around 3ish, and nothings all over the kitchen. Hmmmm. The last few mornings, the kitchen's been just as I'd left it the night before. Most of the time he goes to bed before I do, and I know how it's left...but he gets up early. This morning, he wasn't exactly nice, because he closed the door with a loud thud. I'd been awake off and on while he was up. I watched him watching me, while I lay there. I think he's pissed because I went out on a date with another man. I believe that he thought those flowers were from him, rather than Mary, and that's why he tried to destroy them on me.
I mean, doesn't this sound like a man filled with jealousy? The other night, when I was laying on the bed, in pain, after my epidural, I'd fallen to sleep, but I was expecting my son to call. While I was on the phone, Ron turned the tv up on me, loudly. I mean, yeah, it sounded like I was telling a guy that I loved him...but I was telling my son how I loved him and missed him. I hadn't seen my 16 year old son all summer....and I've always told him that I love him and miss him a few times. I think Ron got so jealous that he turned it up. I wasn't talking that loudly either. But the man is so filled with jealousy because he's failed at every attempt to try to lure me into liking him.
After Tommy left, he'd taken to wearing just his underwear to bed. To me, that was just plain rude...we're not lovers, or family. We're just plain roommates...mind you, thrown together as roommates...he certainly wouldn't have been my first choice. I think his whole intention, when he moved in here, was to get Tommy out, and to get everything that Tommy had. I guess from what Tommy says, he's always been that way...competitive, and even trying after Tommy's g/f's. So, then, as I said, he went to wearing his underwear to bed. Now, to me, that was just disgusting. I'd been wearing shorts all summer long...but Tommy was here, and I always put a blanket over me. But when Tommy left, I took to wearing long sweats or pj pants. I didn't want Ron thinking I was trying to be seductive wearing shorts, or giving him the wrong impression. No. Being in the dinky little apt, with just two rooms, and having to have Ron sleeping so close by...I didn't want him thinking that I was trying to lure him into bed with me. Oh, no way.
Anyway, after almost a month of nothing from me, the last two nights, after I went out on my date....he started wearing the shorts to bed he'd worn when Tommy was here. Whew. I found it totally revolting for him to be sprawled out on the couch clad only in his underwear when I'd get up to go to the bathroom. Ewwwww. That just makes my skin crawl. Not to mention the night that he opened the door and I was on the toilet....like duh!!!! the door was closed...that obviously meant that I was in there! And, he didn't bother to knock. That was soooo embarrassing! That was the night I had realized, in absolute horror and disgust that he'd gone to wearing his underwear.
But, maybe, by me going out on a date, has finally set him in his place, and he realizes that he needs to try to stop trying to get me to fall in love with him, because, it just ain't happenin'! He has tried wooing me with how much money he makes...I really wonder, because if he were making so much, why live in this dump to begin with? I hate it here...it's a health hazard as it is. I just kind of got thrown in here. For one thing, that man should never have even thought that I wanted him. First off, I never once gave him an indication that I wanted him, and secondly, I mean, I took to wearing pants rather than shorts to bed after Tommy left...uh isn't that an obvious indication?? But, money will never lure me into falling in love. Yeah, money is important, but money doesn't make love. If you base a relationship solely on money and sex, it won't work. Oh, he's tried the avenue about telling me his sexual preferrences. Ugh. He keeps telling me how he wants a woman, what type of woman he wants, how he likes to be romanced and all this garbage...oh, and how he likes sex every day. UGH. Like I really wanted to hear that from him. Just ewwwww.
I had had enough of Tommy's bs, and now I have had to deal with Ron's. Though, I haven't attatched myself to him emotionally, it'll be a heck of a lot easier to leave without a hesitation. I can make a clean getaway, leaving these two complete losers behind, and look forward to a better future. I'm going to move closer to the man that I met...not IN with him, no. We just met, and I want to spend time getting to know him, date him, and get to know his 16 year old daughter who lives with him. From what he tells me, she sounds like I was when I was her age, so I think I can get along with her great, and maybe help her not make the mistakes I made. I also don't want to suddenly overwhelm her being a new woman in her life. I know how that can be. My own son has troubles with his step-mother. But, too, it will be good when he does come see me, to have someone right in the house that's the same age. I don't know what she looks like, yet....but if she's pretty, then, I'll have to watch out because my son is a handsome boy...and well...you know how those boy/girl things get. This man (I won't say his name yet) knows she's sexually active....and as a parent, that's a tough decision. I mean, sometimes you can NOT get them to stop....because all they'll do is go out behind your back. Ummm I'm prime example. My mother read in my diary that I'd been having sex...and she asked me to stop (yeah right Mom), and THEN threatened me with a chastity belt. Hmmm you think that made me want it all the more? You got it. Anyway, this man makes sure that his daughter's on birth control.
I mean, geez, I know my son is sexually active, though he hasn't come out and said it...but I know. He's been french-kissing girls since he was 9. I told him, though, to be careful, take precautions if he's got to have it, and DO NOT get a girl pregnant. I told him that it's better to keep it in his pants, to get his education and then think about it. But, since he's not living with me, I don't know how that holds up. He's gotten in trouble with the law recently, which breaks my heart completely. I love my son dearly. When he was in my custody, he was a good boy. He knew better. But, I just think he's acting out because he can't be with his own mother, and it depresses him immensely. He doesn't like his step-mother...and being unable to take care of myself...I opt not for him to come and be with me at all. And, it hurts...hurts deeply that I can't be with him. And I know it hurts him.
So, hopefully, my life has finally gotten on the right track. The man I met has a JOB....a REAL JOB. He's not a hospital jumper...in fact, he used to be a cop...was a uniformed cop for 8 or 9 years, then another 8 years he was an undercover. He said he couldn't take it anymore and had to get out. He's a Real Estate agent now. The poor guy, he works long hours. Last night, I called him, and caught him on a break. He hadn't had time to eat all day, and that was the first time. But, he was glad I called. That was at 5:45 PM, and he still had to go out to some vacant lot somewhere and measure it for a prospecting client. I don't know what time he was able to get home. But, he hasn't picked up the card I emailed him yet...so it must have been late. I know he's pretty exhausted when he gets home.
The night of our first date, he had been working, and he wasn't able to come and pick me up until 8:30 PM...because he worked until 7:30. But, that was ok....and boy it was late when he got home. He lives, right now, 40 minutes or better away. That's why I'm thinking of moving closer to him. It'll be easier on him to come pick me up for a date, rather than make him drive the distance he has to here. Besides, he said there's many, many more jobs up there, than there are here. I applied for a job in the same town last night online....and I have a good chance of getting that job since it's working with the mentally handicapped population, one in which I worked for for 10 years. So, I shouldn't have a problem. I mean, it's been soooo frustrating. I have faxed out probably 25 resumes with NO answer to any of them. Nothing...not even a call to say that I wasn't qualified. Just NOTHING. I have never had a problem in getting a job before.
It used to be, when I was in nursing, that I could apply for a job...and blam....get it without a problem. I worked for a temp agency, once, where I chose my own hours AND chose where I wanted to work. I worked the 3-11 shift, and was making $12 an hour....and worked M-F....and loved it. But, I ended up hurting my lower back on that job....I mean, when you're in the elderly nursing home part of nursing, it's hard. There's never enough help, and it's back-breaking. But, this one place I would go to....the 3-11 supervisor, Gary, WANTED me to work there full-time. He always made sure that I had an awesome assignment, too. He begged me, about every night, to come work for him. I told him, ok, if you can get me my $12 and M-F, I'll do it. The man even bargined for me....tried to get it, but couldn't. I wasn't about to take a cut in pay and go back to every other weekend. Nope siree.
So, this is so frustrating that I can't land a job. When I first moved here, it took me THREE long months before I landed a job. But, anyway, mabye this will finally be my break. It sounds like a really good place to work, and I have the experience. So, hopefully, they'll call me. I have two weeks....although I'd like to be out of this place waaaay before then. We'll see. I know, though, that this friendship with this man is a GOOD thing.
