There are some things that I just can’t wrap my mind around. One for example is how many times Mike told me he was going to clear the dressers in the bedroom we are staying of the clothes that are in them so we can put all of our clothes in them. My partner and I have been living out of tubs and boxes for 11 months when it comes to clothes.
When the door to the bedroom broke after I got a new lock put on the door, I asked for help getting it fixed. Mike told me he was going to contact one of his friends to come by and fix it. I wanted Home Depot to fix it and to add a key-only deadbolt to the door.
I’ve been told “soon” so many times that I just don’t believe it will ever happen anymore. Especially not after being told I need to get a job to wash dishes the way I like.
I remember being in high school and my parents removing the bedroom door to punish me for something. This whole situation seems reminiscent of that.