Yesterday morning Tom and I (and Alex) went to look at apartments. He'd arranged with some lady to show us five, all in the same neighborhood. Here is how it went:
We get to the apartment. The lady tells us bullshit we don't care about like when it was built and how many other units are in the building or whatever. I ask how much the rent is.
Lady: Only $4575.
We get to the front door, and I stand in the entrance while she, Tom and Alex walk in and listen to her talk.
Lady: Aren't you coming?
Me: No, it's too expensive.
Lady: But don't you want to see how beautiful it is?
Me: It doesn't matter, it costs too much.
The second time I did this, Tom pulled me aside and whispered that what I was doing was rude and insulting and I needed to come in and look around, and after doing that if I still didn't want to live there, then I could simply say it wasn't to my taste.
Fine. So I walked through the second place and ignored the lady as she went on about hardwood floors and views and whatever else. When I finished looking, I went to stand near the front door. Alex was standing in the middle of the kitchen, spinning with her arms wide out.
Lady: So, what do you think?
Me: No thank you, it's not to my taste.
This is what happened in the next three places. We'd go in. Alex would run to look at all the rooms, and dance around them with a huge grin on her face, exclaiming she could happily live there forever. Tom would follow the lady as she pointed out microwaves or views or shared walls or whatever, and I would walk through, look at how much it cost, and wait for everyone by the front door.
We went to lunch and Tom asked what I thought. Alex said she'd be thrilled with any of the places we saw. I said none of them were to my taste. Tom smiled and said he could tell and asked what would be to my taste. I told him something that cost less. The waitress had shown up right then and said, "I guess that means you don't want dessert." Tom got Alex a black and white cookie to go, and said we'd keep looking.
When we left the restaurant I thanked Tom for lunch and asked if we could wait for Josh to get back before looking at any more apartments. Tom looked at his watch and then said it would be fine but we really need to find something next week. Whatever. I feel like nobody here is listening to me, so maybe they will listen to Josh if he says it for me.
Alex kissed me goodbye and went with Tom to his office for the afternoon. When I looked back at them walking away I saw Alex put her hand in Tom's. There was a homeless guy at the top of the subway steps with his foot out. I kicked it really hard on my way down the steps.
5 comments:
I think you are angry for multiple reasons, which might best not mentioned, because it is yours to feel about, and it shows. I mean, I have no right to say that you're in the wrong or in the right, though I think that you may be a bit, rash.
I might not understand your predicament enough, because I'm not in your situation. However, I do believe that some of what you did were not very appropriate, considering the circumstances and that Tom sounds patient enough to actually let them slide.
Perhaps, if you feel like you're not heard, only because you are not exactly acting like you deserve to be heard. To put it mildly, you sound like you're sulking. (Is it mild? Sorry if my English is not so good) Believe me, sulking takes no one nowhere. Esp with adults.
I hope you'll get the solution for your issues. I'm just a blog reader after all. Take care.
Hazwani writes wisely.
And forgive us for pointing out that you do seem angry with your current situation for many reasons.
A poster asked awhile ago if you were still seeing Craig.
Perhaps talking to him about the feelings you are experiencing would be good.
And to echo Hazwami---
take care.
Your discomfort is understandable, but your behavior was completely inappropriate.
Hello. My name is Kylee and I am just popping in. I noticed your blog on a blog directory for teen bloggers. I am 17 as well, and I was reading through your blog. It has brought tears to my eyes, and I think you are a strong woman for wanting to work through your problems. While I do not know what it is like to lose family, I do know what it is like to lose my teenageer-hood. I am a teenage mother. I had my daughter at 16, and I know what it is like to have to be a mother and a teenager at the same time. I wish all the luck in the world to you, and I would like to follow your blog. I hope that is okay. I will pray for your often. :)
They are paying the difference. You don't like it, but you agreed. Why is it still something you are arguing? You prefer he choose the apartment without you. Well guess what, he'd choose one that cost five grand a month. What were you trying to accomplish? Is this what Josh meant by having to help?
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