I’m having a Hannibilly Lecter moment, excuse me. This week was quite a change… I got my first paycheck at work and I decided it’s time to leave, and my aunt had my stuff packed in a suitcase already because a couple of weeks ago she said I needed to leave and changed her mind about staying the three months. I went ahead and moved out before anything bad happened. The day I moved out was awkward, I got paid, I told her I had a place to stay. I’d told her I’d looked at places for the last few days up to my payday.If anything else, I could rent a motel room. The waiting period on a place was to long so I went ahead and got a motel room. On the day I was telling her I was leaving, she asks me to leave the sheets in the laundry and help more the yard first. I spent a few hours doing yard work, then she locks me out of the house when I’m done and tells me to go to the store and buy laundry detergent and bleach though I’m covered in grass from weedeating. So I’m walking through the grocery smelling like gasoline and covered in grass. Earlier that day she was talking about me giving her my debit card and pin number… I decided this is getting kind of weird… she’s trying to treat me like a disabled dependant and she’s bi-polar with mood swings every other day. I’m out before this spirals out of control with me making a paycheck. She let me in to drop off the laundry detergent. I took a shower, picked up the suitcase she said I could have with clothes and a pair of sunglasses and a cross she said belong to my grandmother I could have. Leave the sheets in the laundry room. I’m off to my reservation.
She was talking about me house sitting for her when she went to Mexico, but the constant I need you to help do some things and stay here, then the opposite you need to get out the house, I’m in the middle of everything and everything’s my fault. The insults… I was hoping to leave on a nice, quiet, happy note.
Anyways, I’m around the corner from my new job now so I don’t get stuck in traffic as often with the hour drive