Tuesday, March 30, 2010

House Hunting

Ok so I mentioned yesterday that my family and I have to move. I thought we found...no we did find a place that I fell in love with. It's absolutly gorgeous. 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom townhouse close to Lana's school. When I first saw the floor plan for this place I was instantly in love. I pictured myself in that house, cleaning it and cooking dinner for my family. Pictured the kids sitting at the breakfast bar in the morning eating they're cereal before school. Pictured having weekend BBQ's outside on the patio with what few friends we have in this god forsaken town.

So, we applied for a loan for the moving costs, got approved for half of what we applied for. Which would still cover most of the moving costs. Tom had staff duty all night last night which meant he had to stay on post all night to answer phones and stuff. Anyway, he then texts me telling me he sent me an email full of house listings he liked. I said that I thought we had agreed on a place and he resonds with "well I don't wanna pay that much I want to find something cheaper." Which I suppose makes sense, just kinda burst my bubble ya know? I saw this new house as a new beginning, a way to start over and get away from all the bullshit that's gone on for the last year. Which I suppose you can do anywhere, I just REALLY loved this house.

But of course, if Tom and his father don't like it, then we don't get it. I really feel like I don't have a say in anything, that it's all about Tom and his dad and I'm just along for the ride to clean the house and take care of the kids. And I really have no valid reason to feel that way about his father. Since he's been living here he really hasn't done anything out of line. I don't know, maybe it's residual resentment from North Carolina. And Tom doesn't do anything to try to convince me otherwise. I point out something I like and he says "no it's got this or that wrong...keep looking", but when he finds a place he likes I'm supposed to jump and call the people to set up a viewing. So, I guess I'll just do what I always do. Clean the house, take care of the kids and go wherever my husband wants to live. That's what a good wife does right? Sit back, keep her mouth shut and go with the flow?

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