elfination

When I was undergoing my disastrous stuff earlier this year… and those of you who know what I’ve been going through will know what I’m talking about…

Barrett moved from the old apartment to a new apartment. Fine.

I am now living with my husband at the new apartment. Fine, except they want me to fill out an application to be put on the lease.

The property manager decided to ask us about “a, uh, delicate situation..?” [involving the previous apartment and an arrest].

Seems he’s been told by “another resident” that [information regarding my arrest]. I turned into a bitch. Informed him that there is an open case, I refuse to discuss any details with him, and if he has any questions he’s welcome to contact my lawyer. I didn’t even dignify the accusations with inquiry about what he’d heard from the other resident. I know what he probably heard, I know who it came from, and you know what? I have rights, too. Especially since I have not been convicted of any crime at all. So fuck off, dipshit. “Arrest” doesn’t mean “Guilty”, and you can all go to hell.

Oh, yeah, and when you call my lawyer? Don’t expect him to tell you anything. He’ll tell you to call YOUR OWN LAWYER if you have any questions about the law. ‘Cause he works for me, not for YOU.

However, they might also make life very difficult for me / us. I may end up finding my own place anyway. It’s okay, I mean… Barrett and I talked about this when I got back from my little forced vacation in September…. if they have any problems with me living here, HE will not move. Period. I will be kicked out and sent somewhere else. I’m okay with that. I just want it to be over quickly if that’s how it’s got to be.

–Em