Well, I have to say, it's been quite tense here. He got home Tuesday night and of course we didn't acknowledge each other. For a couple of days now we just pass each other as if we're not there, the only time we interact is if we are in the kitchen cooking at the same time, then it's the polite forced "excuse me" etc etc etc (although this morning he made sure I was done cooking before entering the kitchen.)
Also, as soon as he dirties a dish he puts it in the dishwasher. If he is trying to prove that the dirty dishes are all mine it's not gonna happen because I'm doing the same. So that's a plus. But of course I came home on the really beautiful warm day (Thursday) and the windows were open and I thought I was in the wild west because there were tumbleweeds of fur rolling across our floor. I made sure one rolled right into Art's room...
Yesterday (Friday) I had a moment where I almost lost it. I had arranged for the landlord to take the last two month's rent out of my security deposit (I think I had already shared that with you). Yesterday I get a text from him:
Landlord: I just talked to Art. He said that $825 of the security deposit is his. That being said, I should be expecting April rent from you, right?
Me: *shaking from anger* Not true. I will clear things up for him.
Me to Art: When we moved in I payed the security deposit and the first month's rent. You paid me half of the first month's rent (the money you just gave me) but we had agreed you didn't have to pay me the half of the security one because you couldn't afford it and two because I would just get it all back at the end of our lease so it's not like I'd lose any money.
Art: I completely forgot about that I thought I was paying back half of the security deposit. Okay sorry that one slipped my mind.
I forwarded both to the landlord and said: I have both cancelled checks to show I paid them both and he can tell you what he just paid me back if you need to verify more.
Landlord: Ok, sounds good.
I was left shaking and full of adrenaline. I seriously thought Art was going to try to screw me over and take my money. I'm glad he realized his mistake.
I know it's mean but I'm glad I'm now not the only one that is uncomfortable here. I'm glad I'm not the only one that is avoiding being home. It should only be fair. We are both, of course, still being nice to the boys, although I think Art is doing a better job of it than me to be honest. I will work on it.
I did notice Art actually showered today, and the other night I almost fell off my chair because he actually brushed his teeth before bed.
51 days until the lease is up. I feel like time is ticking and I'm not nearly as prepared as I should be. I need to start packing and I need to start looking at places... even the ones I'm not expecting to be nice... I don't want April to get here and then me not have a plan.
One of my very bestest school buddies told me this on Thursday when I was freaking out: "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." That is so true. Lately I feel like my "elephant" is too much to "eat" that I don't know where to start or if I'll be able to handle it... but I can only do it one bite at a time. It will all work out.
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