locked out.

I have been struggling with being the only one working and putting much of anything away around here.  Curt's depression gets quite difficult at times and the move has been slow.  We did have one big fight and he left for the cabin overnight, then came back saying he was a jerk.  We got so much done with his renewed interest and better attitude.  Of course it only takes 1 setback to screw everything up and it started with his real mom getting sick. His step mom started her yearly bitch fest about herself and how we are horrible hateful children when delivering the news about his real mom getting sick--in the time it takes her to piss and moan, the funeral could very well have been over.  Instead, I got an email telling me the news 1 minute before she finally shut up about herself and said what she wanted to say.  This drama set him back into his funk and I was stuck doing this alone again.  Thanks.  Friggin )^&&%^&$ holes. Anyway, his mom pulled through a very harrowing experience and some time in the hospital and when I thought I could cajole him from the couch, the bank up and locked us out of the house so the final pile of tools and my studio is locked up. 

Let me just say that being locked out of your own home is a bitch.  Having talked to several people involved in the locking down today who repeatedly refer to my home as "the property" irritates me.  I haven't broken down over that stupid house since the day we lost it.  Today I bawled pitifully.  Now we have to have a babysitter stand over us while we move the last of our things and sign off on what we can't take tomorrow to be bank owned too.  I hate this.  I hate it so completely and we have drawn this out too long.  Now instead of accepting and calm, I am sad all over again.  Its like going to a funeral more than once. 

On the bright side, I have been keeping up with what has been moved really well and I only have a few things on the front porch that needs to be put away.  When this is all over, I'm throwing a fuckyouusbankatozmortgageameristarforclosuresolutions and toast to them all going to hell with a bad back and ingrown toenails. As for the inlaws...I'm pretty sure we are finally out of the will.  Curt said as soon as they need something all will be forgiven and forgotten (did I mention I told them off?) anyway, it's true.  Until then I will be enjoying the peace and quite possibly a stress free, argument free, insult free Christmas?