So, we haven't had a car since Christmas. It was nice at first, but now I think I'm getting depressed. Yes, not going out and wasting money on movies or eating out is great in the financial sense, but I' finding four months of being stuck in the house really lame.
Sold the old non working car for 1k. We were going to buy his mother's car back in January/February for the 3.5k we could scrape together and she was going to get a new car. We gave her the money early February.
His mother isn't the best at logical thinking and instead uses her emotions to drive her decisions. Add to the fact that she is getting older where people normally convert to that type of thinking... well... we have a somewhat unstable woman to deal with.
In Feb, His sister's new daughter was very sick. Hospitalized sick. So she "felt overwhelmed" and couldn't give us the car because she didn't do any shopping around for a car for her.
This month, she's facing a higher tax bracket. I can see where that would be very stressful, but life is stressful. These things are going to happen and sadly this woman lets it paralyze her.
Going without a car for far longer than planned for example. My breakfast this morning is naan and honey. There is little else in the fridge. The hummus went bad but we have about 4 pieces of naan with nothing to eat it with. We didn't go get our weekly groceries because she had a dinner appointment. To be honest, I'm getting really sick of the 4 takeout places. Delivered pizza twice a week does not a diet make.
Recently, our landlady has declared that the washer/dryer in the basement is using up too much gas and has closed it despite the fact that it was one of the main reasons we moved here. We find out that the gas company was basing the gas usage off the other properties she uses, so was charging her enough to heat a whole apartment, not use a piddly dryer. Not once did they ever knock on our door and ask to read the meter.
There is no laundromat around within walking distance.
To add to this, we find out that before we moved in the landlady had some work done in the kitchen and bathroom.
Without permits.
The inspector came last week but since neither of us had a list of what the landlady had done, he just marked her for a fine and left.
This means at any time our apartment could be considered unlivable and we'd be evicted.
This week we were supposed to be celebrating our birthdays with the family. The two of us want to go to a pancake house more than anything in the world. We haven't gone to once since late December. We were supposed to go this morning.
That was changed to having it at her mother's house Sunday morning because the baby is still getting over a fever she had last week.
Fine. If I were a parent, I'd lock up the baby too. Not going to be the same, but at least we get pancakes.
Yesterday his mother canceled on us because she had a brunch to go to with the girls so we're both stranded here. Alone. Again. Normally I really don't care for holidays, but how can you tell your son that you're doing something for his birthday and cancel at the last minute?
And this family wonders why I don't consider myself a part of them despite that's what they feel for me.