No plan.

This is the list of things that I hate about today. In this moment. About this situation.

• She paid Allstar in full without ever going to the house to see if the work was done.

• Allstar said she can move back in the house.

• Allstar won’t give her the keys until the inspections are complete with the city.

• She paid Allstar without the inspections being complete.

• She didn’t ask when the inspections would happen.

• We never saw the agreement between her and Allstar. But we know she was adamant about knockdown ceilings and not popcorn. And we know there is popcorn there.

• She has fallen so badly that she feels she has broken ribs and she says her whole face is black and blue. So obviously she is hurt too badly to go over there. Or to a Doctor.

• She told Steve they widened all the doorways so he can definitely throw away all the doors we have been storing in the warehouse for two years.

• Of course I asked if her being locked out of her home violates association rules and no-one knows.

• She told S he can just move all the stuff in storage in the shop back to her place since the work is done.

• S froze in the conversation. Because it is self preservation. He asked if she had been over there and that is when he found out she had fallen again and was hurt.

• Likely to keep the conversation away from herself she decided to go after him for working so hard and to “be careful” about how it could impact his relationship with our daughter which is so massively rude and mean that it made me a touch rage-y.

• I told him the next time she makes up something to try and make him feel bad his response should be “do you have enough money to finish your house?” “When are you going to look at your house?” “What happens next?” “DO YOU HAVE A PLAN??”

• Because the house might be “ready for you to move back in to” but unless you secretly paid AllStar to finish a bathroom you have no toilets.

It’s just the same old shit. I know that. S preserves his heart and his sanity by not engaging. And then immediately calls me and it takes all I have not to yell or scream or cry or start making phone calls. Seriously, what is going to happen next? When will she get access to her home? Should we call a locksmith? Did they really unnecessarily change the locks or is there just a lock box we can cut off? She needs to see it. She needs a plan. And the fact that she doesn’t seem a bit bothered by the fact that she has no plan is the final thing on my list.