"What's the matter, baby," he asked me early this morning.
"Don't you hear that," I asked. We paused and listened as the sounds of people being loud echoed from the walls of our courtyard. "I hate this fucking place. I can't wait to buy a house and get away from these people."
He pulled an old trick of mine, yelling out the window for them to quiet down. We waited. It didn't happen. We thought the noise was coming from the playground at the end of our courtyard. The New Husband got dressed and went outside to address the issue. After about 20 minutes, when he hadn't returned, I called the cops.
Eventually he made his way home and explained that it was a group of friends of this acquaintance I don't like. For the sake of character creation, let us call him Mustard - as I so often do behind his back anyway.
"What do you mean it was a friend of Mustard's," I said. "Why doesn't he take them up to his house and hang out on his balcony and wake up his wife and kid? Why does he need to have them hanging out in front of our building disrespecting people? This is bullshit." I was furious. This is a very common problem and something that aggravates me because we pay quite a bit for rent - or at least more than either of us have ever paid for rent - and it bothers me that there are some folks here who seem to not give a crap about the fact that other people live here too.
"When I approached him about it, he got all in my face and shit. Whatever, the cops took him away."
"Are you fucking serious?" I was furious. "You know, my mom always told me that when you hang out with a pieces of shit, it makes you look shitty."
"I saw Mustard, and he apologized."
"He should!"
"He should have his pieces of shit friends wake up his family instead of the rest of us! I'll tell him that myself."
We just kept going around in circles. Although Mustard isn't a friend, The New Husband still felt the need to defend him in my anger. I ended up not being able to even attempt to sleep until 2 AM and then since I opted for the couch, I didn't sleep well.
Later this morning, we apologized to each other and agreed that we need to do whatever it takes to get out of here and into our own home - NOT a townhouse or a condo, but a H.O.M.E. - when this lease is up next summer.
You should see if Dave Ramsey has any classes for y'all to take. Everyone I know that has completed his class has paid off almost all of their debt and put thousands in the bank within a year. In 6 months you are supposed to have at least 5k paid off and 2k in the bank... and that's without really trying.
ReplyDeleteHe has an interesting take on the debt snowball - which is essentially what I'm doing. I understand his point about paying off smaller balances first so that you'll stay motivated to keep the momentum going, but for us, that's not the issue. So it seems I'm doing everything right. I mean, this month alone I paid off over $1,000 of debt. I won't be able to do that every month (thanks ESPP!), but that helped a lot!
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