Moved!

I'm still living with my Mom. I moved her with me.  We're just in a newer and better apartment.  

The complex isn't as nice but I was never going to use the bocce ball court or the 9 pools or the state of the art gym with all the meat heads.  I did get drunk and get into the hot tub with Charles one night.  But that was once and luckily no one noticed us.  

Besides that? I had bed bugs, my car was vandalized and the management treated us like shit.  When I turned in the keys, because they were holding our deposit hostage, I said nothing though she deserved the full force of my personality. I didn't call her a bitch and I didn't punch her in the face.  Be proud.

The new apartment is SO much nicer.  It's smaller and we'll have to squeeze ourselves in there.  The amenities include, stainless steel appliances, granite counter tops and wood laminate flooring.  I think the laminate flooring was the main selling point.  I do not want carpet ever again. 

This is why:

Bad & Badder

 Besides the laminate flooring looks a lot nicer.  

I think we'll be happy here. Mom is still sort of reluctant about Charles moving in and Charles is still a little edgy about moving in but it's just because they're intimidated by each other.  He should be a little intimidated of her but he's really laid back and she has nothing to worry about.  

She lived with Ian and he was bossy and aggressive.  He intimated both of us on more than one occasion with his opinions and his temper though he will deny it.  When you're 6'4" and you bellow, no matter how hard you try not to be, you will intimidate your audience.  

Charles is more like a hobbit.  He's shorter with giant, yet surprisingly elegant, feet and a very kind and sweet disposition.  

He says he likes my feisty personality.  He doesn't mind that I'm bossy because he won't mind anyway.

We are opposites in many ways but we balance each other out.  He gets passion, spirit and enthusiasm while I get sweet, gentle and stable.  We are equally intelligent and capable of communicating on the same level.  

My mom is an older version of me.  She is calmer because with age comes wisdom and dismantled give-a-shit.  It is obvious though that I was raised at her knee to learn how to be just like her.  Fortunately Charles is laid back enough to handle both of us with grace and charm and kindness.

This will work out well.