Moving

On Tuesday evening Laura and Kyle didn't come home. I had an idea where they were and it turned out to be right. But, in the meantime, my email account had been inaccessible and I had called customer service. In India. They got me on TeamViewer and discovered what they led me to believe was a hacker in my computer. The agent kept scrolling down the screen that showed access times notated with accompanying red triangles and exclamation points saying, "Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness!" Being that both my dad and I have very large balances in our checking accounts right now, I panicked, thinking that someone had gotten my banking passwords and was about to relieve me of a large five-figure amount of money. I wanted to find out how to fix the computer and get rid of this hacking. They were more than willing to transfer my call to some business that could take care of my problem for $299.99. I felt desperate and went ahead. Kyle said I wasn't hacked. He said that what the agent and I had seen was that I don't have a secure network and I have been letting my neighbor use the network. She was probably the one who looked like a hacker. That still didn't answer why I was unable to reply to, delete, forward, move or save anything on my email. I may have been taken advantage of. My banking concerns may have caused me to think a little too hastily. I may have wasted $299.99. The next morning was the 4th of July. Laura and I were in the kitchen talking and she said she had something to tell me and didn't know if it would upset me. She said they had been offered a manager's spot in an apartment complex owned by their work. (They work at a property management company. The company manages over 350 buildings.) I knew they had been offered other buildings in the past but had not liked either the buildings or their locations. In the past they had been unwilling to give up their dogs. Something had changed for them and they were now going to give the dogs away. In fact, they had already done that. I had sensed that they were looking for an apartment on Tuesday evening, especially after the way Kyle had acted during our conversation the previous evening. He had alluded to something he had suggested to Laura and that he wanted to talk about it more. I knew they were teetering on the edge of being ready to leave my home to set up their own. I told Laura I thought they were doing the right thing, that I knew they were too cramped in my garage and that they didn't like my dad and that more than that, they needed to be their own family. They had stopped having dinner with us, and I could feel the tension and dislike they have for eating with Dad. In addition to that they constantly grapple with not having enough space for their things. They had lived in a three-bedroom house when they moved in with me. They have been paying for a storage unit and that bothered them. They were having trouble keeping their dogs in order and were too tired to exercise the dogs after their long days at work and the demands of having a baby. One of their dogs has a bad habit of eating wood like my fence, the side of my house, windowsills, and has a loud piercing bark. This move is their next necessary step. They will get a one-bedroom apartment and a greatly reduced rent. They will be able to get their company to make some upgrades to the unit so it will be more modern. The company is willing to replace the linoleum floor in the kitchen and install hardware floors in the living area. This move was inevitable and I am very ready for them to make it. Two years ago they had moved in here to help and support me. They have done that. Without them the long divorce process would have been overwhelming. I am feeling whole and strong now. I know where to go when I need things and have a deep and practical understanding of my head-of-household abilities and limitations. We will find someone to rent the back. A strong possibility is one of Kyle's brothers who does jujitsu. He can throw down mats and practice or teach private students (once there is enough liability insurance to protect me from liability in the event of jujitsu injuries). He won't need a kitchen and there is a full bathroom for tending to any bodily functions. I will need to rent it to have money to make my bills. I had been getting some rent from Laura, a couple hundred the past two months-----but nothing from Kyle since before the baby was born. I really need to get more for that place. I just might be able to keep my head above water and not have to rely on substitute teaching sixteen days a month. I can survive on less than twelve subbing days. I will still take KJ on Mondays. That will be my Grandma Time and will hopefully give Laura one day a week when she doesn't have to work around him. My only regrets are that I will miss having them around at times and it will be difficult for me to not have any Grandma Time with KJ on a daily basis. The thing that makes me sad is that Kyle is angry with me and that may just go on but I'm not going to apologize to him because I don't think I have done anything wrong. He is giving me the silent treatment and, when he has to say something to me, he is as terse as possible. My neighbor says he's a punk. Sadly, he's also my daughter's husband who has issues with anger management. I now rescind my offer to let them take care of me in my old age. I don't think he has the maturity to understand what happens to people as they age. And the last thing I want is to be an elderly person living in a home with someone who might not take good care of them. Once I make my 'old lady' move, I won't be able to move again. I wouldn't want to be trapped. And I wouldn't want to be abused.