Movin on

Well, I have been hunting apts lately,
I have been looking at MANYapts over the past week (tis why I am not around to post )
And , I may be counting my chickens before they hatch.... we might
have found one just up the street. ( yeeaaahhhh! )
The owner of the property is a great guy. It isnt abig company so I
can work with him on a personal level wich i like MUCH better, and he
is ok with us having Buttercup. Where as most apts consider her a large
breed at 52 lbs.

The downside is that the lease for his current tennant is up at the
end of July. So that means, if we get it, we cant move until august
1st or 3rd and couldnt sign the lease to ;lock it in; until probally
mid july.

That sort of leaves us balls to the wall when it comes to MILs rage, wich has found a new fuel. Its called a boyfriend.


I never told MIL that we were looking for a place before last night, because I wanted to keep her anger at bay because i know for a fact she will have a real problem with this.
But yesterday, she told Ian... not me.. that she wanted him out. (?)
Out of the blue.
. . I figured as soon as she found out we were leaving, she would throw one of her classic child-ish fits ( like she is now) and would have told us to get out right then. But instead, she is doing it now.
Wich is ok by me. But I knew this was coming.

Long story short, her so called new boyfriend HAS a home of his
own.. .but in reality, she cant drive there when she wants to because she is too drunk. So he has to come here. And she doesnt want us here when he is here.

I absolutly understand that. I have NO problem with giving her that space either. It is HER home and HER space, she should have a right to have HER privacy when she wants it. But , it feels ... wierd..
Wich leads me to believe he might be a drunk just like she is. Wich is why I have been searching for an apt so furiously, since learning about him.
Almost accepting an effeciency just to get out of her wake.
Now she says she needs her 'own space' to sober up.

I can ABSOLUTLY understand that she is ready to have her house back.
On a human level I truly feel for her having a house full of people
all the time while she is grieving.
Now that the grieving is over, she wants a 'new start'
Again.. I completely understand.

I just hate that she is drunk when she makes these decisions and
apparently thinks we can afford to move out at the drop of a hat.
We have to have a place for 550 or less.. so tell me where the hell
people can find that in austin with out having to share a place with a
student, or hold a gun in your hand while you sleep!? ya know??!

but ranting aside, at this second we are safe. But she is out of control and can at any time, insist again that we need to leave right away.
I am meeting with the apt owner today and will hopefully get to see
the place so I can hand him some money.

HOPEFULLY!
so.. ju-ju? thoughts? prayers? please?