I arrived at my sister's house in Decatur and after a week or so we thought we might be able to share expenses and live together. I worked out a financial plan she thought was fair and bought a bed and desk for my bedroom. Later I bought myself a recliner for her living room.
I loved to cook and I rearranged her kitchen and began cooking for the two of us. It seemed to be working out okay. At first she seemed to feel it was her duty to come home and entertain me after work, but I really didn't want or need that.
We had always done things together when we lived close enough and that continued here. We could go out to Rock Springs, or take her grandson places. It was fun to have him come by. But her house was a revolving door for all her friends. Her second ex would come by and rummage through the house, get on her computer and go through her things. She didn't mind. Her other friend that she had played volleyball with had put in a new driveway for her and paid for some other things, so he felt like it was his home too.
He spent hours digging a hole because he thought he could solve the basement problem. He just didn't have a clue what he was doing. He kept her other house key so that if she got locked out there was a way to get back in. One day we had to drive out to his mother's house to get that key.
The house belonged to his mother and her husband, but this guy had moved in and taken over with the idea that he was watching out for them. They hated it and he treated them very badly. I was shocked at the way he yelled at that man and said so.
That was the end of living with my sister. She worked in geriatrics at the hospital yet had no problem with him abusing his parents! We argued about this until one stormy night I'd had enough. I packed up my car, but she went to bed and refused to move her car so I could pull out of the driveway. She also refused to give me her keys so I could move it. I finally just searched until I found out where her keys were then I pulled her car out. I pulled my car out of the drive and pulled hers back in. I returned the keys to the house and left in a lightning storm after midnight.
It was such a relief.
I paused at the edge of town to decide if I should go to Eman8tions in St.Louis, or my daughter's in Bloomington. I finally decided to go to Bloomington, because I liked Bloomington and had lived there for nearly thirty two years before I began moving around. I arrived at my daughter's apartment around two in the morning.
She put me up in her living room and was very accommodating, but I knew I needed a place of my own. I wasn't sure what kind of place, so I needed to time to look around. I didn't want a house with a yard I had to take care of and I couldn't afford a big fancy apartment. I needed something that was simply adequate for me and Chauncey to live in for a while.
I discovered Extended Stay America.
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