On the Road, Finally

At our home, we are in the middle of a financial crisis. The ex has not worked in over six months since he was fired in December. He says he is getting a job, but since he is a habitual liar, who really knows. Money is tight. I am thinking of moving to Sweden since I have found all that Swedish money I think I may be a millionaire in that country.

So after packing 18,000 lbs of stuffola, it now needs to transport itself to the Oregon Coast. Since I am not I Dream of Jeanie or Bewitched, I can't twitch something and have it fly the boxes away. Damn. I thought of using Olive, since she was bred to pull milk cartons and really how much difference is there between milk and books? She refuses to cooperate. Lazy Ass.

So we were going to hire Bob's Big Bmoving Bcompany (or BBBB) for short. I'm assuming those last two B's are silent. But I saw this episode of Dateline or 48 hours, or some show like that, that only exists to scare the shit out of normal people, about moving companies holding your stuff hostage. That did not sound like something that would be fun. Then that saying ran through my mind about getting what you pay for, or something like that and I decide no.

I decided to do it myself. Then I decided no. Then I laid down and watched some tv and ate popcorn. Lazy Ass. No money, no moving company, it all started to become too much.

Then the idiot ex started yelling about us getting out of the house. It was the last straw. I shouted some feelings using the swear word dictionary and then said you do it! asshole. So he is. How pathetic is that? And also very appropriate. He went and rented a truck. A giant truck, manual transmission, and no air-conditioning. I hope it gets to be about 100 degrees today. First he couldn't get the lift to come down. Had to call the company. Then he used the lift without reading the instructions and drained the battery, so the truck wouldn't start. Had to call the company and get a tow truck to jump it. So far this is saving us a boatload of money.

Loaded the truck. Now he is on the road. If all goes according to plan, he will blow out a tire and get a ticket for some infraction. He is a moron.

I am trying to keep my eye on the bigger picture. In two more days, I will be out of this house and free. It is hard though. Dealing with this individual is hard. I have no idea what in the Sam hell happened to him but it is near impossible for me to be around him. He starts with bizarre stories and never finishes them. I bought fast food for dinner last night, the kid and I sat down to eat, the ex started eating over the kitchen sink. He smells funny. He looks weird. I have tried to get him to go to the doctors. No go. I have no clue what is going on with him. I guess the new "relationship" isn't going well. He no longer gets his teeth cleaned. He no longer takes his high blood pressure medicine. I don't know. Part of me knows this isn't my problem, he made his own bed now lie in it. The other part hopes I don't have to tell my kid his father is dead. *Sigh*

Now I must pack some more. The big items are gone just little pieces remain. The annoying parts. Soon this will be behind me. I can't wait.