Ok, I had an old friend who stopped by tonight. she is in a bad marriage. In way over her head in debt, no where to go and is actually concidering staying longer in this abusive relationship for financial stability. Her daughter just left her house because the husband/stepdad is so abusive. Went to live with a dad she does not even know.
Well I said to her, "If it gets too bad, you can always come her for a bit." That was the last think I wanted to offer her, just because she used to be...some 10 years back, the biggest slob. Just filthy disgusting. Like half eaten hamburgers under her table. She looked at me and said that she was thankful for the offer, but she does not know if she can live with me because she does not like a messy home. She asked if we always live in such a mess.
So here I sit. This has been a hell month or last month or two, but especially just this week. The garbage disposal backed up last night and I cannot get this crappy water out of the sink. The door on the dryer broke this week and I cant work on it till this weekend. So clothes are piled up. We are building in the back yard, so tools, sawdust and cords are everywhere. And as we walked in, the cat found the toilet paper roll and shredded it everywhere...again. We just got in from work and school, so bookbags were thrown everywhere and shoes, socks and workbags from 4 people. This was not a glamourous moment. No place to wash dishes and the catbox needed changed, trash needed taken out. So she comes in with 15 minutes notice and well this is what you get. Real life.
She married for money and I for love. We both wound up completely unhappy. So now she needs out and I am here for her. Well somewhere in her journey, I think she forgot where she came from, and it was I that used to go clean her house whenever she was swamped with real life. I really did. I also was so obsessed with cleaning house. I think this comes from being unhappy. The obsession bit. Now it is usually a bit crazy here, but not really ever as bad as it was tonight. I just got behind and that came with pulling out of being sick with bronchitis.
Listen to me making excuses. I think a home despite our hangups today is better than an abusive home. Made me want to take my offer back. I thought of her in her 150,000 home and 1 kid in the house, a husband who helps her despite his ass of a personality...and thought to myself, that it must be not that bad for her. She is going to have to be beaten to a pulp or something. It really cant be that bad if she who is $1000 short of making it on her own a month cannot accept free help and say, you know what?..I can help you get on top of it now. And maybe that is a way I could say thank you. Remember when~~~~~~~~?.
Talk about an embarrasing moment. I wanted to offer her a Draino cocktail.