Everyone blames Chance for our current living arrangement. They say he needs a better-paying job, he needs to support his family better, he needs to take responsibility. I wish people would step back, look at the situation, and point the fingers at who's really to blame: his Mother. She is the one who came in here and took the house that we paid for for 3 years right out from under us, ruining our next 3 years of planning. If we had had a contract she wouldn't be able to do that, she'd have owed us money or something. We were trying to have a second child, and now if we did we have nowhere to put it. We had all these plans and ideas for the house, and when they finally started moving her stuff out suddenly it all falls through and they move back in and just shove us outta the way, hide us in a tiny bedroom with all our belongings, to get us outta their way. They didn't give a shit that they ruined our planning, dashed our hopes, and basically kicked us out. They want us to move completely out of here, to live in a run-down trailer that has been infested by cats and rats and various other critters, with their feces everywhere and moldy floors we could eventually fall through with daily use.
She doesn't care that she has come in and moved us out of our way. She shoves my things to the back of the cabinets to fill them with her things. She can't keep her son out of our stuff, forcing us to hide things in our room in an effort to save us money since she won't replace anything he steals or breaks. She breaks my dishes and doesn't tell me, choosing to let me believe it's just lost. She ruins my pans and cookie sheets, letting them sit with disgusting, moldy food until it becomes easier to throw them out than clean them and hope the rust isn't permanent. She has no respect for me as an adult and consistently undermines my authority with my own daughter, getting to a point where it's easier to lock us in our room. They have pretty much taken over our wii to a point where we can't watch what we want when they are in the room or can gear it where ever they happen to be, and we have to wait until they go to bed to watch it at all.
Chance keeps telling me to be mindful of what I say when shes in the house, because she can hear us even when she's asleep, so I pretty much cannot voice my opinion on anything, because he doesn't want to ripple the water. I keep telling him we have a tidal wave coming and the dam he's built isn't going to hold it back long, but we have no other options. I'm not even allowed to vent my frustrations online, for fear something gets back to his mother. Hell, he will probably tell me I can't do it on my phone either, because she might one day find it and go through my phone, and then confront us with her apparent 'notepad of doom'.
They are expecting us to pay the phone bill, the power bill, and a portion of the rent every month, but want to keep us cramped into one small bedroom. The kitchen is utterly destroyed every night with so many dirty dishes and pots and pans and expect us to clean up after them.
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