Microbiology week3

Ok so I skipped a week.. Its been a long two weeks I tell you. Life has been rough. We moved into a three bedroom apartment. Yay right? Well the packing and moving has just been a nightmare. How the f*** did we get so much crap? I mean seriously the shit just seems never ending. Thats not the worst part. Here in lies the drama. In order to move we thought we needed extra money we did not have. I knew I (we) could afford the monthly rent but getting in was the problem. I guess for you to understand I should start at the beginning. When Sean came home I had about $450 in the bank and was about one month behind on the gas. He came home I got deathly sick and was in the hospital and bed ridden for about a week. Week I couldn't go back to work right away so we quickly ran through the savings two months later I was just starting going back to work but two months behind on everything. Sean of course did not have a job and completely disabled his check wouldn't start until July. Not much help there. So every penny went to try and hold on to our apartment. Let me very clear we gave notice and we were not evicted. Somehow in believing he was helping he explained everything(wrong and exaggerated) to his parents. Who blew everything out of proportion and suddenly we were being evicted and the kids being thrown out into the streets????And we needed money quick. Which with them is a joke. They are barely holding on. His mother spends more frivolously than I ever do.The bigger joke is what they were offering $150 bucks with all kinds of conditions yeah WTF is that going to do? We needed a deposit $600. I had to laugh. Help what my family does every freaking time!!! Like when my mother gave his mother $3000 to save her house TWICE. Yes we need to catch up on some bills but ceda is helping with the utilities and we got lucky the apartment we got actually needed some work and instead of a security deposit we do the repairs. Sean feels the need to over state and over exaggerate everything. Why? I don't know. He's funny that way he won't talk to me I mean really talk to me about what's going on but he can dream up all these horrible things and actually make people believe them.

The luck we had with the apartment was perfect (otherwise I would have had to ask my sister for money)and we were able to move in with out any help from anyone. Everything worked itself out with out having to borrow a penny. Like my mother I don't deal well with other people in my affairs. If I ask for your help ok then at least I owe you an explanation. However I didn't ask He did and she sure as hell didn't want to hear the truth. She tried to turn it all on me. Fuck that. So we are not talking once again oh well the pain is just unbearable lol... her make believe world is just too much for me. I know what my husband is she sure doesn't. I (as always) will figure out how to move this family forward. Jesus Christ my mother taught me to live in the real world.

So back to the present class has been rough too its getting harder and don't have much time to study with all thats going on. Have a test on Monday wish me luck.