Things did get worse before they got better. About 4 weeks after I lost my job, my car got repossessed. Oh yeah. At about 1:30 am one morning, someone was repeatedly ringing my doorbell, wanting my car. I voluntarily gave my keys up, or I would have been charged even more. I had enough money about 3 days later to go get it back - which I did, but it was just the cherry on the top for me.
I spent the majority of my time searching for jobs. I kept myself busy in the mornings by getting up with Kyra and taking her and the neighbor girl to school. Sometimes I'd go back to sleep - but most of the time I'd do more job searching. I think I had a total of 4 interviews one week... no responses. I honestly didn't think my life could possibly get any lower. On the 16th of May, I was called in for a job interview for a small clinic in NE Portland. I went, not expecting anything - mainly because the pay was too good to be true. I was called back on the 21st, and offered the position. I've been there almost 5 months now, and it's quite possibly one of the best jobs I've ever had.
Also on the 16th of May I went on my first "date" after my breakup with Cliff. Jeff and I met online and had been chatting and talking on the phone with him for a couple weeks. We decided to meet up at Starbucks for coffee. He hugged me twice before leaving. I couldn't tell if he liked me or not... Maybe he was just being nice? We were both looking for the same thing... someone to hang out with - go to the movies with - go out to dinner with... neither of us were looking for anything serious. We went on two more dates during the day while kids were at school (He's got two boys, 6 & 9 years old.), before deciding that we were both smitten.
Jeff is 36, and a transplant from Salinas, California. His divorce was final in April - his ex wife is addicted to Meth. He owns his own business - cleaning carpets, gutters, windows, air ducts and most recently - landscaping. All in all, he's a fairly successful man. Not to mention he has sole custody of his children.
I moved to Vancouver (which was the plan before I met Jeff), into a large 2 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath townhome - about 5 minutes from Jeff's house. I was paying $900/mo, plus utilitites - and literally only stayed there 2 weeks over the 4 months I was on the lease. Jeff called it my "$900 a month storage unit." It just seemed logical that we move in together. He lives in a 2800 sq. ft., 5 bedroom home. Our room alone is 900 square feet. Luckily, I was allowed to break my 2 year lease - but lost my $900 in deposits because of it.
Here's where my "Murphy's Law" luck fits into the picture. It turns out Jeff's ex father in law (His ex meth addicted ex wife's step-father) is my Dad's cousin. Not distant cousin... but the cousin that he spent every holiday with as a child. Of course, we don't realize this until a couple of months into our relationship.
My parents hadn't even met Jeff at this point. So before they even have an opportunity to meet him - my Dad calls his cousin to get the "dirt" on Jeff.
His ex father in law told my Dad that Jeff's a great Dad - that his boys will never want for anything... but that he's selfish, jealous, and money hungry. He told my Dad that he's very controlling, and that every time he and Julie (his ex wife) split up, he'd have a girlfriend waiting in the wings to babysit his children. He also told my Dad that Jeff never went to Sonoma State in California, and never played football there either... Supposedly, my Dad then called Sonoma State admissions and was told that Jeff never did attend school there - and wasn't listed on the football roster. So, Jeff apparently lies about stupid stuff.
The last time I spoke to my parents was August 16th at our family reunion. Jeff and all the kids were all with me - My Mother had a moment where she was yelling at Jeff's oldest about where he was going in her sister's house. I approached her and told her that I had asked him myself to go downstairs, and that she needn't be concerned. She turned around and went outside.
I hear from my sister in law that my parents have basically disowned me. My Dad doesn't care if I'm in his life or not - and my Mother can't understand why "I'd choose a lying piece of shit over my own family." She refers to me as "Kyra's stupid mother". Of course, I started doubting myself, and Jeff. Jeff doesn't understand why he doesn't show up on Sonoma State's records - yet refuses to request transcripts. Says that he shouldn't have to prove himself to anyone, that he doesn't lie, and doesn't really care that my Dad thinks otherwise.
One evening I was home alone, and snooped. I found an old reciept (March of 1996) from a student loan disbursement from Sonoma State. It's right there in black and white. Of course, Jeff would be hurt that I doubted him, not to mention that I snooped through his belongings - so I can't say anything. Really, to anyone. It's enough for me to know that he's not lying - and I need to just find peace in that.
I'm seeing my psychiatrist this afternoon. It's been almost a year since I've had constant insurance - so I'm looking forward to my appointment. Hopefully, I'll find time to update more frequently - like more than once every 6 months. :-)