Sooooo ready…

I am soooo sick of Pete hounding me for money. He still insists that I owe him $35 for bills for the last half of a month that I lived there. I don’t owe him a thing. I had to leave a $500 futon and a $150 television there when I left because I couldn’t fit them in my car. I think that is payment enough.

I want to get back at him so badly. I’ve been keeping this secret from his parents since he and I first met. He was living in the apartment he had rented with his ex when they first moved down here. Well, they split up and he stayed in the apartment and she went to live with this new guy she met. Somehow… this guy’s nasty ex wife ended up living in this apartment with Pete. So a few weeks later, Pete’s ex and her new guy got kicked out of the place where they were living. Where did they go? Back to the apartment! Her name was still on the lease.

So, it was Pete, his ex, her new man, and his ex all living in a 500 sq. ft. apartment. Pete never told his parents about it. He keeps dicking me around about this money bullshit and I may just have to spill the beans.

All I want from him are a few personal items that I left behind that he offered to send to me! That is all I want.

Nothing matters to him unless there are dollar signs attached. I’ve always felt it, now I can say it. But he holds himself on too high of a pedestal to do something with his life so he can obtain the things he wants. He’d rather have it handed it to him. I guess that’s what happens when your mommy never lets you grow up. The boy has never bought his own clothes to this day! 28 years old and can’t buy his own underwear.