"I've got the dog, the kids and the car. BTW we haven't paid any bills since August and we got evicted today."
I'll spare you the details of how I could miss the fact that no bills had been paid for five months, lest anyone get any ideas, but let's just say if B had used his powers for good he'd be king. He, however, did not and left me in quite a predicament. It was five o'clock Friday, January 31 in Montana. And the kids and I had no place to sleep.
I was in my former office
So, there I am on the phone and who should show up.
You'll recall, up until this point we have had less than five interactions. I gave him more than one opportunity to bail, but he wouldn't. We found the kids, the dog, the car. B had checked himself into the hospital on a psych hold for 72 hours, but not before calling the women's shelter and informing them that I might call, and he knew where they were and they'd better not take me. They didn't. Thanks B.
So, when the property manager returned from her date, I loaded up some stuff for the night and graciously accepted the offer of shelter from a guy I barely knew. He had also arranged storage and moving for the following day. The original offer was that the kids and I would stay at his apartment, and he'd stay with a friend. He never left.
Did I mention his apartment was a studio? No, well it was. He and I, two kids and a doberman in a studio. Let's say it was cozy. We put the kids to bed and talked into the wee hours of the night. When it was time to say goodnight, we rolled out the sleeping bags on the kitchen floor and turned out the lights. He kissed my forehead and told me goodnight. A move, that was not a move, that he immediately regretted but never said anything to me.
my my, you'll have to wait for more 'til tomorrow.