Well...things have not gone so smooth here lately. No, I can't use the side yard to fix up as my own. No, I cannot move a lawn chair to the sun. No, MrG cannot fix the gate so I can latch it easier since it gets hung up on the ball instead of the arm it is attached to..so I have to yank the whole gate to the right to make it slide in and the latch only needs to be moved 1/4 of an inch to make it smooth opening and closing. No, I cannot put the lever door handles she told me to bring on the bedroom door although now that it is colder my hands are starting to flare and its hard to use a regular knob. No, there is no room for me to paint furniture IF I found any. No, I cannot store anything in the garage because there is no room. No. No. No. And in her emails, it was yes, yes yes.
For the life of me, I cannot understand why she is doing this? Power trip? Control? I gave her free reign when she lived with us..to do as she wished in the whole front of the house and even my beloved back yard to do her furniture decorations. So I don't understand WHY she would not let MrG move the latch 1/4 of an inch so ALL of us could use the gate instead of pulling on the whole damn fence to make it line up. I am just gobsmacked.
I smoke in my car now. I can't sit where she originally said I could sit because "smoke comes in the house" although I am way in the front yard, side yard or back yard where SHE set up an ashtray for me...but her husband can sit on the lovely patio and vape...which also comes in the house.
I think its a control trip. I also think we will not make it here much longer.
On a lighter note....I did get Moki's ashes back and the vet went above and beyond. He came back to me in a wooden box with a metal name plate with MOKI in script on top, a pressed print of his paw including a stand to put it on and a lovely card from staff. I cried. 3 times. When I picked him up, when I got in the car reading the card, when I brought him home and handed him to MrG. But he is with us again, so that is the only positive thing that has happened in a week. The rest of the time..its no no no no no no no no matter what I ask. So..I don't ask any more.
MrG is at the loan company now to get an idea of a loan we may qualify for. And if we cannot do anything here after he gets the answers...we may head to the inlaws cuz I'd rather spend my time with family than be locked in this bedroom because the house privileges are no longer an option.