#and all the storage unit stuff is already in my car

[savethepinecones]

ugh i have to do shit today

[coolspork]

They should make a type of major life event that doesn't feel like your heart is trying to consume the rest of you violently and with malice

[mousedetective]

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4/29/24 - New Post

So some stuff has happened, some of the loans I listed before have been paid, and I missed a few things, so I'm making a new post!

So, we still haven't heard about Section 8, and while I'm grateful for the shelter housing and feeding us, there's been some pretty toxic activity on my floor and I'm at my wit's end. I'm not sleeping well, I have constant headaches from grinding my teeth, and my blood pressure (which is already high and I'm already on meds for it) keeps being high when I get it checked. So we need to get housing with or without the Section 8 voucher as soon as possible.

Now, I have a list of low-income apartments all over North County. While not ideal, we have also heard of a complex of studio apartments available for $1400 which give preferential treatment to shelter occupants. But the problem is that I not only have a bunch of payday loans to pay, but I also have a payment on a two-month loan, a five-month loan, a six-month loan, and a year-long loan that eat up my entire income until I at least pay off the first three. My mom only gets $1300 and my daughter isn't on disability yet. So we can't even afford the studio until October and we'll have been kicked out of the shelter long before then.

I can probably cover the remaining payday loans and this month's payment for the two-month loan and still pay for the storage units. But I need to pay off whatever I can on the other loans, and the longer I wait the more interest that compiles. So I need a lot more than I was asking for before and I need it quickly to cover at least all of this month's payments while I work on paying off the totals of the bigger loans.

This is the list of payments I need to make as it stands now:

$300 for my loan from Ace Cash Express (due by May 2nd)

$300 for my mom's loan from Ace Cash Express (due May 2nd)

$408 for my loan payment from Ascend Loans (due May 3rd)

$277 for my loan payment from Greenline Loans (due May 3rd)

$177 for my loan payment from Green Arrow Loans (due May 3rd)

$148 for my loan payment to Possible Loans (due May 3rd)

$148 for my mom's loan payment to Possible Loans (due May 3rd)

$321.80 for my mom's loan from Moneylion (due by May 15th)

$285 for my Moneytree loan (due by May 25th)

$285 for my mom's Moneytree loan (due by May 26th)

I can't make partial payments on any of these loans except the Moneylion loans my mom has. I need the full amount for the payment to pay it off early, and for the four non-payday loans, I can't make an early payment but if I can cover the payments in my bank account with donations I'm good.

The Ascend loan was for $1,000. The Greenline loan was for $500. The Green Arrow loan was for $400. The Possible loans are $300 each, coming out as two payments of $148 (one this May, one in June) per loan. So I'm going to set two goals: covering all of the above payments and then covering the bigger loans as a whole throughout the month of May.

I can't take much more of the toxicity at the shelter at the moment, though I have hopes some of it will subside if the most toxic resident on my floor leaves this week like he's threatening to, but yeah. We just need to get all this paid off and get into housing of our own, even if it's just a studio for now. I'm including the $35 I got from a GFM towards the current totals because I spent all the rest of the money I had and I still haven't gotten that donation in my account yet.

TOTAL GOAL: $47/$4850

IMMEDIATE GOAL: $47/$2650

Goal has been met! However, the car is acting up, so we have to take it to our mechanic tomorrow. I may still need some help.

[fuzzytrashbird]

oh boy

hello again! 

assuming you saw this post and the follow up reblog, you know my life��s been a little hectic. upon paying my landlord the $425, he was like “yeah ok now give me $1,050 by next week or I’ll evict you”. which. rude. but we had a check coming this week so we had hopes.  but upon buying food to, y’know, live on, we dipped into the rent money. the landlord is now evicting us and unwilling to budge, except if we give him 400, which will only buy us a week to move out. we’re selling our car, which currently isn’t working anyway so we aren’t using it, and that’s giving us around 200-300 for it because it’s a wreck (old). we’ll have that money covered with what we have already and the car, but we’ll have around 300 bucks to get a storage unit, buy boxes, and find somewhere to stay with our cats. luckily, it seems, at least for now, shelters aren’t in the cards. 

i’m not begging for money as urgently this time, it’s technically less desperate, but still is desperate. so if anyone is willing to queue in for my commissions to help us pay for what we need to get through stuff, it’d be really appreciated. there’s no particular amount we need at this moment, but anything helps! 

so, if anyone is interested in commissioning me, or just wants to share my info to help, it’d be appreciated! 

All my info, from art examples to commission info, is on this neat little site here https://fuzzytrashbird.art/ 

and here’s my commission pricing! 

[jesuisgourde]

i'm sort of moving into my new apartment tomorrow.

"sort of" meaning that i'm only going to have what i've already been couch surfing with and i'm just going to be sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag.

unfortunately i can't even get my stuff until next friday at the earliest. this upcoming weekend is a local music festival called wicker park fest that blocks off the entire street in front of my work which is also the street that the storage unit with all my stuff in it is on. so i can't get it this weekend. and then next thursday is the first of august which means all the uhauls are going to be taken. so i have to wait until friday the second.

so tomorrow i'm gonna buy a yoga mat and i'm gonna sleep in a sleeping bag on a yoga mat for 2 weeks and haul all the small boxes i can fit in my car and then get all the big things like my mattress and bookcases and dresser in 2 weeks.

[antimnemonic]

alright hhhhh im just posting this to vent feel free to offer input but don't feel obligated to care

I've had some bullshit trouble finding a place to live starting june. bad locations messy ppl im not paying 1k a month to be stuck a year in a 3 room apartment with a half dozen animals out in the sticks

i found something slightly below my standards and under budget and only for two months! perfect, resets the clock

unfortunately. 3rd floor. no elevator. it's been 3773473 degrees everyday for like a month now, i have a bad leg, not particularly a lot of energy, im gonna have to do this again two months from now--

also my moving window is very small 😬

I've already resolved to not bother with decorating or fully unpacking since we plan to have a new apt by the end of july

im considering then, honeshtly, to just chuck my stuff in a storage unit for two months. I would have more time, it would be easier than going up and down three stairs in egg frying weather, i probably wouldn't injure myself-- and so i would only take my work clothes summer outfits and devices

but also like. ok im not like MORALLY OPPOSED to storage units but they're so materialistic..... im paying to just put my stuff somewhere, it's absurd to just think about. I feel like i rarely use most of this junk but idk how to go about in getting rid of it. i miss when I was freshly independent and on-and-off homeless and all my stuff fit in the back seat of a friend's car

[yaboybats]

It appears that going hey I should go play Legion at the LGS is an omen of ill fortune. Last time I did that I got press-ganged into swapping out a pool filter and becoming an amateur electrician.

Today I found that-

My parents are serious about me swapping one of my storage shelves for a bookcase I didn’t ask them to buy.

I need to move all the stuff from said storage shelves to a different shelving unit in the attic… that has 3 shelves instead of 5

Several items won’t survive up there (70s GI Joes with fabric outfits mostly) so I shouldn’t bring those. No suggestions on where to put them.

And I was then informed my grandparents sent HALF OF A SHIPPING CONTAINER WORTH OF SHIT FROM THEIR HOUSE and that it cleared customs recently. Our house is already full of shit. Our double garage has 0 cars in it because it’s full of shit. I swore very loudly at my mom for that one. Shockingly not upset by it.

So now I’ve cleared all but two shelves and have the shipping container of Damocles hanging around somewhere in the NYC port. Fucking hell.

[starry-hughes]

How is moving going?

it going. it sucks because i have work and things going on so i can’t just take the day off and move everything in one day, although i’m debating it.

but my parents are going to be here this weekend to help me move the big stuff. when i moved in with star bf he took his stuff that he already had to a storage unit so the bed we sleep on is my bed. so he has to decide if he’s going to sleep at my new place or on an air mattress for like two and a half weeks.

but yesterday i left my car keys with star bf since my coworker picked me up and so he packed my car up with a bunch of stuff i wanted to move today after work so im going over to my new place after work and the wifi guy is coming to make sure the install is all good and then tomorrow i think im going to get my tv stand into the new place and tv and just live off my laptop.

at some point i have to move the desk chair and bookshelf too. and i want to get it all done before thursday… haha…

[definitely-dreaming]

on privilege

A little bit about my story, I was living out in Colorado when I switched apartments. I lost my job shortly before moving residences so I picked up a lesser-paying job than my original one that I had kept for three years at the city hospital. I became unable to pay my bills, and had to break my lease and put all of my stuff into a storage unit. 

Fast forward, I moved back to the Midwest to live with my family. I’m indigenous to the Arctic Circle, and my mom is white. She was raised in one of the richest zip codes in the nation, and was so privileged that she did not think that not going to college was an option after high school. That’s how well-to-do her high school was. So anyway, I’ve moved back in with my mom and my little sister, and the tension is very high. I was accustomed to living by myself. I enjoyed living by myself. It was a blessing to be able to live in a big city and have my own apartment.

I had obtained my master’s degree but had to go back to work as a CNA. It was horrible. I spent a year working as a CNA so that I had could pay back credit card debt, pay back my lease, etc. And I was stuck doing nothing for the majority of the time. My life did not feel meaningful or good. It was miserable. So then I switched professions. I entered school to become a BCBA, and worked as a behavior technician for two companies. I held my one job for a year as a behavior technician, and it was part time. I spent most of my time on my phone. It was also miserable. It was not meaningful. So I realized that to actually care about what I was studying, I might as well go full time. And that brings me to my comments on privilege.

I had the opportunity to go back to grad school, to earn good grades, and to potentially set myself up for a career that earns $65k-75k a year. I had the privilege of working in the field and keeping a job that paid me $27 an hour to work with a kid whom I just mostly ran through basic questions with and sat on my phone for the entire time with. That brings about the need for attitude change. If I’m really going to pursue becoming a BCBA, I really need to make the switch into a serious mode of being involved with the clients that I’m working with. And honestly, having a master’s degree already that I wasn’t even using was a disgrace. I ended up getting a job as a social worker at a local nursing facility, and I’ve been here six months. I’ve had a lot of ups and downs. It makes me feel really afraid that I’m going to lose my job. Every day I’m afraid I’m going to go back to working as a CNA, wiping ass and never using my degree. I’ve held this job for six months, but I’m still scared of losing it. I’m constantly afraid of job insecurity. I depend on this job to save back up to move to Colorado. I’m planning on leaving in six months. 

That brings me to privilege. I have the ability to pass as white, since I do look white, and I have my master’s degree. I am educated and well rounded, and I have a lot going for me in terms of my ambitions and drive. My housing is paid for (my family takes care of it, and I don’t pay anything) and that means a lot. I go to a nonprofit that supplies my food. I got a free car from the nonprofit because I needed it even though I make $45k a year. I definitely know that I’m privileged and acknowledge that privilege. It just feels like there could be more when I should just be satisfied with my job and feel good that I’ve kept it this long. Somehow it doesn’t feel like I’m getting compensated enough. But that’s privilege talking. Beggars can’t be choosers.

[callgespenst]

A week and a half ago, my old friend JJ passed away. He told me about his cancer diagnosis…I’m not sure when, I feel like it was only a couple months ago. Last I talked to him, he sounded like he wasn’t doing bad at all. He asked me to help his family out sorting through his collection, in the worst case scenario. And the turnaround on that was, much faster than I expected, than anyone expected, I’m sure. He had only just turned 41 a few months ago. I’ve known him for about twelve years. We went to college together, took Japanese together. His influence definitely helped shape me into the massive dweeb I am today.

I knew his family, was over at their house a few times, I also knew was his sister and her husband pretty well. Today, I came up to help out with the estate sale. I’ve been absolutely dreading coming here for the last week. This is the first time I had seen any of his family in at least three years, and everyone is understandably miserable, grieving, and trying to do all the stuff a situation like this demands as best they can. So far, at least, I don’t feel nearly as awkward as I thought I might, so that’s something.

Now, if you had asked me before today, I would have told you that JJ was quite the collector. Big fan of action figures, model kits, robot toys of all sorts, not to mention a wide selection of anime dvds and manga. But uh, he had -much- more than I thought he did. Between his bedroom, the basement, the storage unit down the road, there is, an almost unfathomable number of items. Many of them, by sheer dint of sitting around long enough since he purchased them, are now worth a small fortune. At the very least, with my assistance identifying many of the more niche items, selling them all will cover the expenses typically associated with dying, and hopefully also get everything to homes where they’ll be appreciated.

Before I came here, I went to the local hobby store, partly to buy a Qubeley for another friend of mine, but mostly to ask them, if they’d be willing to buy JJ’s backlog. They were nice enough to say yes, which is good, because selling model kits online is such a pain. Having someone buy the whole kit backlog without having to ship out all those big boxes will probably have the same net profit, with substantially less hassle. But somehow yet again, I drastically underestimated how much stuff he had lying around. The trunk of my car is almost full of 30 Minute Missions, Sisters, SMPs, and all sorts of other kits that were purchased, put in the basement, and never built. And somehow there’s still more. I don’t know if it’ll all fit in the trunk. But it has to, because the back seat is covered in boxes upon boxes of Star Wars, Marvel, and He-Man collectibles that I’ll be taking to another one of my local shops that deals in used toys.

The other day I was telling my mother about all this I was going to do today, just making conversation, letting her know what I’d be up to. She told me, very emphatically, that I was not to take anything home with me. In fact, she said I shouldn’t even bring any of the items the family asked me to resell into my house for any length of time. Which, even for my mother, is a really weird thing to say. I’ve already got enough stuff of my own, to be sure, but I set aside the SMP Layzner figures, since that was a show JJ and I watched together. (Not to mention, trying to sell built model kits is typically a fool’s errand. People want to build them theirselves!). If I can find them, I might also take the Armored Core kits he had me build ages ago, when I had no backlog and he wanted to customize the final product without the extra steps.

JJ had all this stuff, and almost none of it was out on display. He had one detolf in his bedroom with some nice scale figures, and everything else was in various sized plastic boxes. I think somehow this has actually made the process of sorting and identifying -more- difficult. Took an hour today to not only figure out which Nendoroid went with what accessories, but which display base was theirs. All we had to go off of was the copyright info on the back of the base, which was anywhere from somewhat to completely unhelpful, depending on how many kanji were involved.

We found a selection of animation cels under his bed. Lots of good stuff from good shows in there, it’s a shame they were left like that for who knows how long. Somehow, it was seeing a frame of Gije Zaral from Space Runaway Ideon that made me closer to breaking down crying than I had the rest of the day. Realizing that, I had finally finished watching Ideon, JJ’s all time favorite series, and never got to talk with him about it.

To summarize, I’m feeling a lot of wildly different emotions right now. Missing my friend, most strongly. He wasn’t religious, and most days I’m not either, but I hope he’s found his way into a pleasant afterlife, or at least an enjoyable isekai fantasy type deal. There’s definitely a twinge of “oh no, do /I/ own too much crap?” and some generalized world-weariness as well. But it’s not all bad. I got to pet a lot of cats today, and one of them snuggled with me for long enough that I think I’m wearing more cat hair than clothing now. And tomorrow, after some more sorting and pricing and organizing, I’ll head home and have a nice holiday weekend with my wife and some friends.

I’ve been typing for an hour and have no idea how to wrap this up. If anyone has actually read this far, thank you, it really does mean a lot. I hope you are also experiencing a fluffy cat and maybe a warm blanket. Here’s to a full night’s sleep because it’s way past my bedtime.

[ashbrat488]

State of Grace - Chapter 17

"Come on you." Grace moved to the side to let Ransom enter his apartment ahead of her. She set his stuff on the coffee table as he sat on the couch and she helped him take off his shoes. She looked up at him as he smirked at her, "you're really going to play up this whole broken arm thing, aren't you?"

Ransom shrugged, "maybe."

She laughed as she put their shoes away. She sat next to him, grabbing the house listings, "can we look at these now?" She saw him nod as she placed one on top. "I like this one."

Ransom smiled, "I thought you would like that one. I like that one too. We can go see it tomorrow if you want. I mean, as long as I'm allowed to call the pretty real estate lady." He grunted as Grace hit him in the stomach, "I just got out of the hospital over here."

Grace shook her head before straddling him on the couch, "you think she's pretty?"

"Oh. Someone's jealous." He laughed, wrapping his right arm around her as she pretended to pout. "You have nothing to be jealous of Grace. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I love you. And only you."

She nodded, "I know. I love you too. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you Ransom. This is all my fault."

Ransom shook his head, "it isn't. I'm the one that disappeared and then drove drunk. Let's not worry about fault, okay? Let's just move on. Kiss me." He smiled as she nodded before pressing her lips to his. She moaned as she bore her hips down on him, feeling him hard under her. He pulled away, "I want you. Help me."

Grace nodded, standing up to help him take off his shirt over his broken arm before removing his pants and underwear.

He watched her, "now you. Undress for me."

Grace smiled, unbuttoning her blouse before dropping it to the floor as he watched her, "like this?" She giggled as he only nodded, watching her pull her jeans off as she stood in front of him in only her bra and panties. "More?"

Ransom nodded, "god yes. Keep going Gracie." He watched her remove her bra, her nipples already hard before sliding her panties off. She giggled as he grabbed her hand with his right hand, pulling her back to his lap. He moaned as she lowered herself onto him, "oh Gracie. You're all I ever want."

She nodded, moving on him quickly, "me too Ransom." She moaned as he brought his hand up to her cheek, pulling her lips to his as she felt his tongue against hers.

***

Grace woke up in the morning to Ransom groaning. She turned to face him to see him holding his arm, "babe? Are you okay?"

Ransom sat up, "yeah. I rolled onto my arm is all. Get me some aspirin?"

Grace nodded, "yeah. Of course." She went into the bathroom, coming out with a glass of water and aspirin for him. She sat on the bed next to him as he set the glass on the nightstand, "you have to be more careful."

"Yeah yeah. I'm fine Gracie. Now, are you going to give me a sponge bath before we meet Mary?"

Grace stood up, laughing. "You have those bags for your cast for a reason. I'll make you breakfast though." She laughed as he laid back on the bed, pouting.

He grunted as she jumped on him, straddling him on the bed, "I'm injured over here, can't be so rough with me." He smiled as she laughed and he ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you Grace. Your house closes soon, doesn't it?"

She sighed, "it does. I need to get the rest of my stuff out into the storage unit until you and I choose a house."

Ransom nodded. “We'll pick one today," he promised with a grin.

"Okay. Take a shower."

***

"Oh, Ransom, I love the long driveway." Grace drove up to the house they were looking to buy. "It's huge Ransom. We don't need a house this big."

He laughed, "we will when we start filling it with kids. It's 7 bedrooms."

Grace stopped at the house, turning off the car to look at Ransom, "I am not having that many kids."

Ransom laughed again, "I know. But a few. 3? 4? Just come look at it."

She sighed and nodded as they got out of the car, seeing Mary come out of the house.

She greeted Ransom first, "your arm! I heard what happened, are you okay?"

Ransom nodded, "I'm fine." He motioned to Grace, "this is Grace."

Mary smiled, "yes. Of course. He never stops talking about you."

Grace blushed as she grabbed Ransom's hand, following him into the house. She looked around the entryway and sitting room, "this place is beautiful Ransom."

He nodded, "I know. I've seen the house already. We're here for you." He grabbed her hand, "let's go all the way upstairs first."

Grace nodded and followed him to the giant attic room.

"I thought this could be our joint office. You can have one side and I can have the other. That way we each have our own space, but we're still together."

"I love it Ransom. There's a lot of light up here." She pointed to one wall, "and we can put bookshelves here."

Ransom smiled, "that's what I was thinking. Come on. I want to show you the master bedroom."

She grabbed his hand again as he led her to a closed door. He motioned for her to enter. She hesitated before opening the door to find the floor covered in roses. She gasped as she entered, "Ransom!" She turned around to see him on one knee, holding the ring box in his right hand.

"You kinda of ruined my other proposal, so I had to try again." He smiled as she laughed, tears welling in her eyes. He held the ring box out to her, "you'll have to open it yourself."

She laughed, accepting the ring box to display an emerald cut diamond solitaire engagement ring. She looked back up at Ransom.

"Will you marry me Gracie? Build a life here in this house with me?"

She nodded as she knelt in front of him, "of course I will Ransom. I love you."

He smiled as he watched her slip the ring on her finger before wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you too Gracie."

***

"I think that's the last box Ransom. I can't believe you got the house to close so quickly. I don't have to get a storage unit."

Ransom smiled as they stood outside Grace's house she shared with Tyler. He wrapped his arm around her, "I wanted to be with you as soon as possible."

She went to say something but heard a car pull into the driveway, her face turning white when she saw who it was. She groaned, "oh no."

Ransom turned around to see Grace's parents, "why oh no?"

"I never told them we were together Ransom. Or that I left Tyler." She groaned again as she watched them getting out of the car, confused at the moving truck and seeing her standing there with Ransom.

He grabbed her hand, "it'll be okay love."

Chapter 18

State of Grace

[ghostsinthecellar]

my alarm just jolted me awake from an incredibly stressful dream. 🙃 mom decided completely on a whim that we were going back to Florida to get our stuff and we just. left. with no car and no money and no plan. we took a bus somehow and begged for money on the bus and we hitchhiked and even the dream was like, I don't know how you're doing this and jump-cut in the middle from trying to find breakfast on day two to already being at the storage unit. It was very full and even the cats where in there? Fortunately I woke up before my brain managed to figure out how we were going to get it all packed up and ship it, let alone where the hell we'd put it all. blech buh blargh

[darlingkara]

It's cleaning day! I'm taking a little break because I'm hot. Well, the past few days have been "Spring" cleaning days. I've let half the living room become a "I'll deal with this later" situation. I've replaced four 8 foot blackout curtains, which alone are quite bulky. And all of my clothes 🥺 mostly just went into boxes. (Nevermind the big boxes that I saved "just in case it breaks and I need to return it". And PC stuff. Le sigh.)

I have hoochie mama clothes for camming, and normal clothes. I don't want the hoochie mama clothes in my bedroom, where I rarely cam in, so I gradually just combined the two into the living room when doing laundry. For like... 2-3 years. Oops. Untreated back pain makes you wanna not do shit, so it's easy to see how it got out of hand. I try not to blame myself. I still made sure the dishes were done, and the floors weren't gross.

I used to be a neat freak. I had a schedule where I'd do laundry every other day (I had a little kid back then. He's now an adult), sheets were changed on Wednesdays, the fridge was cleaned once a month, boxes and stuff were taken to the dump as needed. I had a car, it wasn't difficult to throw away or sell/transport stuff.

But my life is totally different now. My apartment is probably about the same size here, but it's on the third floor (no elevator) in a city, where there's no need for a car due to awesome, efficient, and nearby public transport. I've transported a mobile air conditioner and a large TV on the subway. It's common enough here, you rarely get looks. Just don't clog up the walking areas and all is good.

I've been reluctant to put stuff in the basement because of humidity/mold worries, and basement units here are notorious for being robbed, or so I've heard. I have two units, but one, to my surprise, is already completely full of not my junk. Tires, men's work boots, boxes.

I unlocked it with the key the apartment gave, the same key that unlocked the lock to my empty unit. Wtf indeed! Being nosy and curious and thinking of security, I wondered how many other units I could unlock with my key. Quite a lot, almost half. I only tried about 10 locks. The basement is creepy and old. I took a break from moving plastic boxes into the unit and sat on the steps and took a picture:

So we got 2 new locks. One is a smart lock. You can open it with an app on your phone via Bluetooth or fingerprint. I refuse to give my fingerprint to anyone, let alone a probable Chinese App company. I won't even use the fingerprint unlock option on my phone. 😂 Face scanning unlock option is also disabled on any phone I've had. Carl had no issues with it, so he used his fingerprint.

We ordered some under the bed plastic storage containers. They were cheap (about $12 for two) but they're coming in very handy.

I'm off to clean under the bed-- it's no small feat. It's a King Size bed and it's dark under there.

I should get back to camming very soon. Hopefully in an uncluttered living room that brings me peace. 😃

[asphodel-flowers]

i hate complaining publicly like on here and stuff, or otherwise like... sharing all the latest like bills we're behind on or whatever

but we couldn't pay the storage unit

and we think it's the one with my stuff in it

which means my shit is gunna get tossed and/ or sold

nevermind all the like

can't afford the mortgage

mom's credit is a mess because I couldn't make the car payments - which is sorted now but she has never had her credit this low before and she's afraid she won't be able to borrow what she needs for the mortgage

and I just

have already lost so much and I'm so fucking frustrated

I don't know what else to do

it's the slow season so I can't get more hours

nobody's asking me for readings

why, when there are people offering them for free

it's the slow season so barely anyone's buying the jewelry in the shop

and no one online seems to want it

tbf, I know I'm not advertising and stuff enough but ugh

I don't know how to do the social media stuff and I never have the energy for it

I just

don't know what else to do

I've tapped out everyone I can ask for help

repeatedly

I just

ugh

and now the gf likely needs to go to the ER in the morning because she can't even stand without feeling like she's gunna fall

just

(╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

[ambiguous321]

AITA

Am I (27f) the asshole for taking everything from the apartment I shared with my ex (28m) for 2 years. For context, my ex and I were together for almost 3 years. We had a good relationship but the past 6 months he was pulling away. We went on a trip to see my family at Thanksgiving and got into an argument about possibly moving out of state. When we got home, we had a conversation about our differing views, me wanting to move and him wanting to either stay or only move closer to his family. We settled our differences and applied to a house out of state. We had the green light to get through all the paperwork and right before closing the lender came back and said due to changes in my credit we would either have to put a larger down-payment or they couldn't approve us. We backed out because we couldn't afford to put a larger down-payment at the time. We continued living where we were at and I worked 3 jobs to pay down credit cards and my car loan. He got a second job for a couple months to afford getting a PS5. I was able to pay off my car loan and got my credit cards paid down significantly but we had booked a vacation out of state and because I had put every cent I earned to bills and paying off my car loan and credit cards I hadn't been able to save for the vacation. So I had to use my credit cards I just paid down to cover it. The plan was after we got back from vacation, I would move in with a friend in the state we tried to buy the house in to get an established job there as my job wouldn't transfer and his would. The entire vacation he hid in the bedroom, or played on his laptop. He barely spoke with me and only came out of the room for food and prearranged outings. When we got home, I hurried and grabbed a some things that were not already packed for my move to my friends house. I was upset with how he acted on vacation so before I left, I only gave him a kiss on the cheek and not one on the lips. The whole next month he gave me the silent treatment. I drove to see him twice and he would barely speak to me. Finally after visiting again and seeing family, he finally texted me that he wanted to break up. I didn't feel like fighting and arguing after almost 2 months of silent treatment so I just agreed and said I'd get a storage unit and get my stuff from the apartment. Now for the part that I may be an asshole for... all the furniture in that apartment is either mine or given to me from friends. And the gaming PC he has I purchased for him for our last anniversary, and all the tvs and both A/Cs are mine. Basically when I go to get my stuff, if I took everything that was mine or given to me he would be left with very little except his own clothes, a PS5, a 32 inch TV, and some dishes. The beds are mine and my friend's, the couch is my friend's, the chairs and dressers were given to me by my parents. So would I be the asshole for taking basically everything from the apartment?

[littlewalken]

feb 15

I think yeah maybe The Pile should be dealt with, maybe stacked more efficiently before you put more in it?

There has to be at least one perhaps two beach wagons full of empty containers. We don't need an army of Ustaholds. It's the containers still wrapped in plastic with traces of dust and dog hair from the place we left in 2021 that...

If storing the Life Ruiner's boxes of literal trash was important of course we're paying to store empty plastic containers that haven't even been opened.

No wonder every time we moved I was reminded I have too much personal stuff.

Except not this time. I can't even remember if I took out 2 or 3 beach wagons full of books. And the bulk of the dolls and crafting/sewing have been as they were packed in 2021, they just went from the storage unit to the smaller bedroom we used for storage because the earwig place only had air conditioners in the living room and bigger bedroom and I suggested we should put our beds by them because the place would, and did, become an oven several months out of the year.

It has been collectively agreed the last 3 years sort of kind of didn't happen and the earwig place was like a super extended stay in a Motel Shit with a kitchen, people smoking dope outside your windows, pissing on your car, and a woman with a loud and annoying voice who thinks everyone wants to hear her screaming at her child/pet all hours of the night.

Did get to be snowed on once.

The bars were there to keep us in.

So wanting to be done with the storage units, we emptied one and the other has a sizable dent. I'm tired of 3-4 hours each trip. I want my everything here so I can properly deal with it.

People who don't have to move a lot or had their lives suddenly uprooted and were forced to GTFO in a short amount of time don't know what it's like.

Also at the point of the move where I want to do one of the projects that have been put off.

Did realize that until I thought about it this morning I haven't had a single anxious thought about the life ruiner living here. Gated community aside it's finally sunk in how much she had fucked things up those last few years.

Best part of yesterday, caught a glimpse of the white/shiny creature that lives under the stairs. Don't know if it's the one that's been with us or it was already here.