A short lived victory

As soon as I think Pat and I are going to be able to have our life back, the victory trophy has been taken away. And the trophy is our apartment.

I was so excited about getting this apartment. Finally going to be able to be a family, cut all ties with his wreched mother, things go terribly wrong. It doesn’t matter what happens. What his mother has done to him always comes back to bite us in the ass.

Well this morning I woke up thinking that today we were going to be putting a down payment on the apartment. We were going to pay $600 this week and on the 18th pay the other $695 and move in that day. Pat normal brings home an $811 pay check every 2 weeks. I check the account this morning at 7:30 and his check was only worth

$633.04.

That’s right. And we had an over draft fee of $70 because we were 5 dollars in the negative…I needed gas. So that left us with $557.05. Also, car insurance was due. Well Pat called work because seeing he worked in a different department during the week of Christmas because his was closed, we figured that they didn’t update his information in that department. He called HR and Danielle told him that it was a creditor who took almot $200. Pat got the number and his been trying to get ahold of someone all day. Needless to say he didn’t get ahold of anyone. Anyways, the only 2 things we could think of are is cable bill with Time Warner, which is over $1,000, or his gas and electric bill with Rochester Gas and Electric. Now, remember when we were living in the house and that Pat and his mother had a verbal agreement that she would pay the utilities and he’d pay the mortgage…well she never payed the utilites which included the cable, gas and electric. The creditor isn’t for the house because Pat hasn’t gone to court. [And for everyone information, the house has a foreclosed price of $69,000.] So it’s either the gas/electric, or the cable. Hence the reason I say no matter what, what his mother has done to him will always come back to bite us in the ass. There is no way that we could afford to live in the apartment. The rent alone is $635, plus we have to pay gas, electric, car insurance, cell phone, food, and the babies necessities. I fucking lost it. So mother of the year said that she would give us the rest of money on the 18th for the 1st months rent and security deposit. I don’t trust that woman more than I can trust a stick. Say she did give us the money, we don’t know how long this creditor is going to be taking money from his check. All we could afford is MAYBE the rent. It would be like living in the house. So while she is sitting pretty in HER apartment, with HER cable, with HER electric, we have no place. I have been so upset today I can’t even think straight. Just the mention of that woman send me on a tangent. I get an instant headache and I just fly off the handle.

On top of that, Pat hasn’t been getting is pay stubs. He called the Post Office and they don’t have anything. Automatically I think of the worse…people are stealing the mail. I am so worried. It has Pat social security number on there. He’s called the billing department for work and as of right now [9:35pm] he hasn’t heard from anyone.

Is this a sign of how shitty this year is going to be? I hope not.

Well I am going to go and wait for Pat to get out of work and call me so I can see if anyone has called while he was at work. When I know something, you’ll all know as well. Until then…toodles.

♥ Amanda

.The Angel.