When it is summer but you are trapped in hell.
Merry meet all,
Today’s post is about my moving experience. It has been a real nightmare. I have learned and survived much on my journey from Crown Drive.
I just wanted to move out. That was easier said than done. I wish I had foreseen everything that would transpire, but no, I did not have a clue of what I was going to endure.
The day the ants crawled across the kitchen cupboard and sink was the straw that broke my back. I grabbed a few personal items, keys, Penny and her food and some clothes. I left. I decided I needed to move. The mold was making me sick and I was stressed out. I left Penny at my Mom’s once we agreed that I could move in to her home. I returned with more of my belongings. I know in hindsight that I should have found another apartment first but the rent is so high, I cannot afford it.
We both made about fifty trips from Mom’s house to mine to pack and sort through my belongings. I collected boxes from the grocery and liquor stores and dragged them to my Mom’s. Then we took the boxes to my old place on Crown Drive once we had enough. I lived there for fourteen years and I had collected a lot of stuff.
I made a few trips on my own to my apartment to remove the books from the shelves and organize on my bed or the floor. All this time, I never turned on the taps to not have to see more ants crawling everywhere. Now I hate bugs. I had to sort through a ton of glass jars and my herbs and what I wanted to keep and what I did not want to keep. During my time in my apartment, I wore a mask because the mold was so bad I could not even breathe the air. I could only stand to be there for two hours before it was too much for me. It started to feel weird to be there because I was packing everything up.
Finally though, we managed to get everything packed. I was heartbroken that I had to sacrifice my lovely herb garden. I tossed out the herb jars I could not keep. Then I had to participate in a three-week work program at Reachability. We managed to find a moving van who could help us move. We had to sort out the details of how we would manage to afford it all. I had to be at Reachablity the morning of the move. I gave my Mom the key and she assisted with the move. Then my Mom, my brother and I had a nasty fight. I was forced to leave which was totally unfair.
I stayed with Derrick. I had to go somewhere. Again, I wish I had foreseen how that would go. I moved a lot of stuff into his apartment. I wish I never had. Now he is so mean to me. At first, everything was fine. We had already known each other for a year. I was so upset that day. I brought Penny with me and I stayed with him. He is like every bad horror movie villain or enemy you could ever imagine in a story or a movie. He has some quirks that drive me crazy but I tried to endure it.
I visited my garden after I moved. That was a huge mistake. My landlord gave me the damage deposit and the rent check since I had moved out. My Mom was reimbursed the $200 for the moving van. My landlord took two seconds to drive me to my Mom’s house to get the apartment key from me. It was scary how fast he showed up. He wanted me gone so he could do the renovations. Jerk. The stove, fridge and the heaters were out in my garden, crushing the plants. I was so heartbroken that I bawled my eyes out. I returned some time later and everything was still there. There is nothing that I can say now. I do not live there anymore.
Derrick and I did not always perfectly get along with each other. We disagreed on many things. But I was there so I tried my best to get along. I often do try to get along with people though I am yet to see any credit for that. I suffered a hangover or two, and really tried to keep his place clean. I hate that processed food that he eats. He loves it. I prefer to eat organic food if I can. I brought too much stuff over to his place. Penny became stressed there. Derrick was angry if she had an accident in his apartment but he did not like the litterbox being in his apartment. Well then what does he expect? She is a cat and used to a litterbox being indoors. All this time I am wishing I had my own place. I was still quite hurt and traumatized from the fight with my family. I had bruises on my body too but they denied it. I was so upset and still am.
Derrick is not a clean person. He keeps spoiled food in his fridge. He does not wash his hands properly and he is not a cat person. He is not into horror movies. When I returned again to Crown Drive to get some fresh herbs, I stopped by my old garden. The stove, fridge and other stuff from the kitchen was still there on my garden. I unwittingly came into contact with a plant I was unfamiliar with: greater celandine. That plant gave me a nasty rash. I felt like I had just joined a leper colony.
I waited a few hours for the walk in clinic. I was turned away. I then went to the emergency room at the hospital. I was given a powerful prescription and I took oatmeal baths and moisturized my skin frequently. Once I had recovered from that rash, I felt better. But that was to be shortlived.
I threw out a lot of ancient moldy food. I should have asked him first but I was really doing him a favor. The food was too old to keep in the fridge. Now remember how traumatized I am from everything else I endured? Life heaped more pain on me. Derrick approached me that night and scared the shits out of me. He was full of unbridled, unchecked rage. I was so scared and I was forced to stay there.
He stomped through his apartment, only leaving to eat and never once acknowledging me. Not once saying a word. He kept the lights off in the front hall, forcing Penny to eat in the dark. I felt like I had to right to my own belongings. It is unreal. Penny got so stressed out from his temper and the way he behaved. He slammed the doors and stomped through the house. I had to sleep alone and was made to feel like I had to tiptoe around the apartment. That did it. I have made up my mind that I never want to live with a man again. Ever. Never again. Seriously, the yogrut was expired since last April 2024. That is so disgusting.
The linens on the bed he claimed for himself were mine. I may as well leave him with the toilet paper I spent my money on. I am taking everything else that is mine. I claimed the linens, the shot glasses, the dish cloth and dish towels. I have to wash them tomorrow. Ha! That felt good to do because he is so mean. There is no need for him to be like that. I paid for them, they are mine. Let him sulk. Ha!
On top of all that, I suffered food poisoning. He is so mean he lets me in his apartment when he is not home so he can avoid me. I know the other tenants are nice that live in the building. The other day he was not like that. I mean I did him a favor when I tossed out the expired food. When he said I had no right to do that (well it’s not my fridge), I was doing him a favor. I have decided he is a mister cuckoo pants. A special type of crazy. In fact they have to invent a new term to define his special limited time offered style of crazy. Yogurt from last April 2024? Wow he is trying real hard to kill himself. The chicken tasted off. I should not have eaten it. His kitchen stank like rotting flesh. That was enough for me. I cannot save this guy. He can’t even do that himself because he does not want to. He made it clear he wants nothing to do with me. That is more than fine by me. I took the aftershave lotion that I made him that he never used, my linens, the shot glasses. I will never be persuaded again in my life.
I just wish I had not left my nice belongings there. I trusted him and thought it would be okay. That turned out to not be the case. He is mean – and crazy. I do not know many people who keep yogurt in their fridge for over a year. I am horrified. There is something wrong with him. I was once told by a wise friend that you should never try to reason with someone that can’t be reasoned with. Yes this seems to be the case.
I hope I can find an apartment soon, sooner rather than later. I want my own space again. I had it once. But now the rent is sky high. I don’t know what the future holds for me. I hope the worst is over. It would be nice if I could have a garden again. My plants that were in my garden are now settled in my Mom’s garden. This concludes (hopefully) my journey of moving. I hope things get better from here.
Blessings, Spiderwitch )O(
