Play By the Rules: See Where it Gets You.

 

     So, after Doordashing with my son for a few hours tonight, I came home to an eviction notice from my slumlord. She artificially made me a tenant at will by refusing me a lease after the last one expired on Halloween and she announced she's terminating my tenancy at the end of February. She made it out yesterday on my 65th birthday.

     It was the only home Barb had known for the last 13 1/2 years of her life, the only one I've known for close to 15 years. I worked hard to give her a safe, stable, happy home. And, for the most part, I'd succeeded until my landlady's sociopath husband bought the property in 2016.

     Then for nearly five years, until he'd stupidly died of COVID-19, he injected fear and uncertainty into our lives with his ceaseless threats, rental increases and attempts to evict us over little to nothing. He made me feel as if I was failing Barbara and as if I was breaking my promise to give her a safe, stable home. Only death prevented him him from evicting us for the second time in 2021.

     The property passed to his wife, who used to be the nicest person. Then Barb was forced into a nursing home against our wills, they stole her Social Security and left me too insolvent to pay my rent. But, still, I made her whole late last year by getting RAFT assistance. Days after getting a check for $3200, she already began screaming for January's rent. I told her I'd give her January's and February's rent right after 2/1.

     Not good enough, I guess.

      It was 20 degrees in Massachusetts today. We just had a blizzard yesterday. There are no shelters in the area, not that that would be a viable option.

      It's as if the spirit of her sociopathic husband is possessing her and turning her into him. She used to be so nice, Barb loved her, dementia or no. I gave her a hard cover version of my novel, THE RIVER NEVER SPEAKS, just before Xmas 2021 right after her husband died. And then she turned.

      People, I didn't ask for any of this to happen. I didn't ask for Barbara to get dementia or for the hospital to kidnap her, for her to be put into a nursing home, for that nursing home to steal her retirement fund and render me insolvent.

       I didn't ask for her to die before her time.

      For 65 years on this planet. I did everything I was told to do and did it. I played by their bullshit, one-sided rules and look where it got me. Now I'm looking at homelessness in the dead of winter. I didn't create this world. It was created for me and all us by psychopaths who never had the slightest intention of giving us a break in life. I inherited this world like one inherits an ugly heirloom that no one wants or a genetic birth defect.

      And people wonder why I have no interest in artificially prolonging my life.