When we lived in this area 3 years ago, we decided it was easiest to live in military housing. They had brand new single family homes and townhouses but there was a waiting list. We lived in the older section and well, it sucked. The townhouse we lived in had major water damage and was shoddy.
Today in my desperation, I pretty much forced my husband to check out the military housing and see if there was anything open in the new section. There was and the one that we or rather I liked the best was a single family home, 3 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a fenced in yard for the little girl, 2 car garage, and the best part: it’s mold and mildew free.
The downside is it would cost more to live in military housing because they take the maximum housing allowance that’s given for the area we live in. It wasn’t that way when we lived there before but considering what we’re dealing with in this current house, I’m in.
As I’m writing this my hubby is outside sulking. I feel horrible about this whole situation and this move has been pure hell on wheels but after going there this afternoon, I knew that is where we need to be. It’s a very nice military community with several playgrounds and kids galore for the little girl to play with. Not only that, it’s very close to where my hubby will be working.
Before even finishing this post my husband in so many words let me know that he wants to stay in this house and doesn’t want to move. I knew he would do this and I will be so embarrassed about my emotional meltdown (later on) that I am having this instant but I feel like this is a fucking nightmare.
I have a post for Wednesday but after that I’m taking a break because I feel if I write anymore this week, I will say so much that I’ll later regret. I just want to lay in a ball and cry, eat ice cream, and watch bad reality television. One thing I won’t regret saying, my husband is being such an asshole.
*Reading this post 3 weeks later I do regret calling my hubby that but the situation we were in was very frustrating at the time.