Hahahah well the whole story would require 40 years and a bottle of tequila.....

But long story short-we began renovating our current home in April of last year after deciding the house we were renting was too expensive and didn't give us much room for savings toward fulfilling other dreams (like a savings account, putting money away for buying a home, not living paycheck to paycheck). My current home is 2 houses down from my mother and Step Father with my maternal grandmother in between and my father across the street with several other relatives strewn around us. We moved in at the end of October.

My uncle offered us his 'spare' house, which needed some serious TLC. We took out a loan and began working on it. When we began to peel the layers of the onion back it just got worse and worse. Needless to say the renovations took on a life and a timeline of their own considering my SO was doing all of it practically by himself on top of a 40 hour work week.

Since my mother lives so close, she and my step dad offered for us to stay with them for a couple of months for ease of access. Once it became clear that our future home required more than a couple of months worth of work bare minimum (mold abatement, rodents, rotting floors, and all kinds of horrendousness) and a few thousand dollars more than expected, it began to feel like I was living in the above ground version of hell.

I tried to communicate this with my parents pre-emptively and worked my a$$ off to try to make 7 people living in a 4 bedroom house bearable for all of us.

SS11 who is on the spectrum came to live with us which was prompted by a CPS investigation against BM that was eventually founded. When I packed us up, I did not adequately plan for him moving in with us full time and his new residency was a surprise. He came to visit one weekend and never left. Once CPS got started, my mother sat SO down and told him to do whatever we needed to do to get SS in our custody and not wait until our house was finished.

Needless to say, CPS and court happened and the renno took months longer than anticipated. I did everything in my power to work with my parents, to make this less of a hassle for all of us and I tried to explain and show to my parents what was happening why it was happening and it wasn't until the reality that there was no way we could feasibly move in their proposed time frame-that things got down right nasty. I offered to move out, I offered to pay their mortgage, I offered to make a family style dinner every night so that my mom didn't have to do it and we didn't have two dinners coming out of the same kitchen. They wanted no part of it.

They launched a full on attack of every aspect of my life and did everything in their power to make my life as miserable as possible instead of helping us with the kids, helping us with the renno they attacked me, just me, until I literally had a mental breakdown and almost lost my job.

I vented about it here, because while they did me a great favor offering their home to us, there were things that were outside of anyone's control and I had made every attempt to work with them but their main interest was using me as scapegoat for all of the issues in their lives and it was more fun to blame me for everything. One of the things that I tried to do, was cook so that we could all eat together and have one dinner, one clean up-you know simplify things. My parents refused. They insisted that they make their dinner first, I could cook after they finished which put my 2 year old and SS11 to bed between 9:30-10pm for no other reason then after they would eat dinner they would leave all their dinner dishes which I was more or less forced to clean up if I wanted to use the counter or a fork to make dinner. Then I would feed my family, clean that up, get the kids ready for bed, put them to bed, bring SO dinner, clean dinner etc all on top of my own 40 hour work from home week (I'm a case manager for people with developmental disabilities).

Their reason for this was "they didn't like my cooking". Not to toot my own horn-but I am no slouch in the kitchen. It just wasn't their regular diet of Spam, spaghetti for 4 days straight or bologna sandwiches.

In one of my vents, I complained about their palate. JasperCat affectionately dubbed their house "Spaghettiland". After that the name just stuck.

And I will live on the street before I ever spend another night in that house or subject myself to that unique brand of torture.

And yes, that was the short version lol

I paid her the full amount, including the day she didn't have BD (that all happened on a Thursday, I didn't send her that Friday). I dropped the money off to her house, she didn't apologize in person, her fiancé who supposedly sent the text was there and didn't say a word.

I had told her before that I would let her know what I decided on the following Monday. She sent me some text about how it would hurt her emotionally to lose BD but it would hurt her income too........not my circus (you can guess the rest). I didn't know if she'd miss my daughter or the money I shelled out to her weekly. OH she also told me that her phone autocorrects "douche bag" to "dirt bag" like that helped. She still called my mother "f*ing ignorant" and while she may be a self centered pain in my ass most days (which since we moved out/my full on complete and total breakdown-she's been making a serious effort to undo some of what was done, but I don't know if it will ever be the same-another story another day) -that's not her or her fiancé's card to call.

SO and I talked. BD is now at the most adorable pre-school and oddly enough does not have tantrums every morning about going. She loves going to "big girl school" and she is learning so much!

So all in all it ended pretty well. But I sleep peacefully at night knowing I'm a douchebag NOT a dirtbag.