Good News Bad News
Good News, am back in Melbourne and going back to my job at ANZ. Start training today.
Bad news, my father put me up at a hotel because his wife chucked a hissy fit and refused to come back to the house while I was staying with them. I had been back three days and done nothing wrong. He basically sat me down and same old story of, I am not losing my marriage for my kids. She is a bitch for puting him in the positon of having to make such a choice. This time he is saying she has mental problems because of her own family issues. You know what, it has been like it for the last 10 years if not basically as long as he has know her. It is never going to change and I am so angry because I had been looking for work in Thursday and Friday and then had to uproot on the Saturday and if any of them called for interviews, they all had the home number. For fuck sake.
This also means I have had to go crying to mum because I had no idea what else to do. I asked my cousin earlier whilst still overseas because I didn't want to stay with either parent but they are renovating. I didn't want to ask my aunty via snail mail. Things with mum seem to be ok, she and t were fine with me coming to stay. Which is amazing considering we have had very little contact because of the whole secret sell the house business and crap that went on last time. Being around my family is never relaxing and I guess I just need to accept that and stop putting my heart out there to get trampled on.
How would it be if one day dad and his wife need something and my partner behaves like it and I say sorry dad, my husband is more important to you. I know you have no income at the moment but you need to go and sign a lease or find someone to share the rent with. Fucking IDIOT arsehole.
On a brighter note, I have a wedding to go to this weekend which should be good and I start work on Tuesday - have some training tonight which will be interesting. I know it's an easy out, but I think I wanted try and make a few things to be as stress free as possible because part of me knew coming home just wasn't going to be stress free. It is kind of nice being on speaking terms with mum again. I suppose I should still be a little wary because there is bound to be mixed emotions about this as well. People keep telling me to do something with my career but at the moment I just want to get my own apartment again and an income and have familiar surroundings around me for some stability. I had a fantastic time overseas. I guess it isn't totally the end of the world dad did pay for me to be at the hotel and be away from his wife and her dramas, but the fact there was no choice and that he just doesn't seem to understand that I need an income to do anything major.
I bought my own food whilst I was with them - no one I stayed with in the UK would let me pay for much of my food at all. Neither does mum. It doesn't seem to matter what I do she just simply has an issue with dad's kids. Jealousy perhaps.I offered to put money in kitty and then dad sits me down and tells me she is refusing to come back to the house. I see this little note book with all the nit picky shit she has complained to him about. Nevermind the fact I have had next to no sleep for 30 odd hours.
And he has the gall to thank me for being supportive?????
I caught up with a friend from ANZ when he dropped me at the hotel as I really didn't want to be by myself. We had a few drinks and then the next day watched some DVDs at her place. It was good to feel like old times again and just take a load off.
