Post by Leels on Jul 23, 2020 18:52:00 GMT -5
Dear Journal,
June 12, 2018
We have a meeting today and I wish I didn't have to go. None of the stuff we're going over applies to me. They're going over insurance and I'm still going through my dad. He has to hold onto me until I'm 26. Afterwards, I'm going to State Farm for that too. On another subject, I am finally inclined to talk about the Taylor Swift quotes I have been lately putting on my journal entrees.
Mom and Ela have been arguing for quite sometime and I've noticed that they never really solve anything together. Mom will ask Ela nicely to do something simple and different to improve the quality of life in the house and Ela's answer is always, "We'll talk about it." In the beginning, it was just her and Micah. And that was fine, but then she added Sean. Right under my feet, too. She asked if he could visit for awhile - not, "can he live here?" and he's been here since late April. It started out with her only wanting to stay here until she fixed her car, but after her car was fixed, she said that she's getting kicked out of where she's staying.
I asked her for $350 from her a month and $350 from Sean. The first month, she payed me $250... because when Zach was losing his apartment, Mom sat everyone down and said that we could tackle the bills as long as everyone pays $250. Then, Zach left that same day. He still has yet to return for the rest of his stuff. The next couple of months, she paid me $200. She shorted the hell out of me.
Mom got mad and talked to her about it and asked her to pay $400 a month because Ela and her family make a lot of garbage and noise and use a lot of electricity. And Ela's answer was, "We'll talk about it." We've already talked about it several times. She just won't pay up. Not only that, but she's also a bitch. She's always treating Sean like he's not good enough. He does EVERYTHING for her. And it's not good enough. A couple of weeks ago, Mom had had enough of seeing wet laundry laying in the basement sink and all over the broken dryer. Ela decided to put a line in the front yard and hung her clothes up from the tree. That was fucked up. Mom took the line down and told them that we can't have our house looking like the ghetto.
June 12, 2018
We have a meeting today and I wish I didn't have to go. None of the stuff we're going over applies to me. They're going over insurance and I'm still going through my dad. He has to hold onto me until I'm 26. Afterwards, I'm going to State Farm for that too. On another subject, I am finally inclined to talk about the Taylor Swift quotes I have been lately putting on my journal entrees.
Mom and Ela have been arguing for quite sometime and I've noticed that they never really solve anything together. Mom will ask Ela nicely to do something simple and different to improve the quality of life in the house and Ela's answer is always, "We'll talk about it." In the beginning, it was just her and Micah. And that was fine, but then she added Sean. Right under my feet, too. She asked if he could visit for awhile - not, "can he live here?" and he's been here since late April. It started out with her only wanting to stay here until she fixed her car, but after her car was fixed, she said that she's getting kicked out of where she's staying.
I asked her for $350 from her a month and $350 from Sean. The first month, she payed me $250... because when Zach was losing his apartment, Mom sat everyone down and said that we could tackle the bills as long as everyone pays $250. Then, Zach left that same day. He still has yet to return for the rest of his stuff. The next couple of months, she paid me $200. She shorted the hell out of me.
Mom got mad and talked to her about it and asked her to pay $400 a month because Ela and her family make a lot of garbage and noise and use a lot of electricity. And Ela's answer was, "We'll talk about it." We've already talked about it several times. She just won't pay up. Not only that, but she's also a bitch. She's always treating Sean like he's not good enough. He does EVERYTHING for her. And it's not good enough. A couple of weeks ago, Mom had had enough of seeing wet laundry laying in the basement sink and all over the broken dryer. Ela decided to put a line in the front yard and hung her clothes up from the tree. That was fucked up. Mom took the line down and told them that we can't have our house looking like the ghetto.