Blah Blah Blah, I’m pissed, Blah Blah Liars Blah. Blah. Thanks for calling us and telling us personally.
(And I understand they’re following the law in sending us that notice, however, we just had a conversation with him on Sunday in which he said “please don’t worry, we’re not going to kick you out, we want to give you plenty of time to find a new place.”)
(Also: Wow. This is really happening.)
Ethan was standing next to me when the mail lady gave me the Certified letter and was SO ANGRY. I’ve taught my son to take out his anger in “healthy ways” one of those ways being “by writing how you feel on paper.”
And so, he wrote a letter to The DickLords. I won’t post the entire letter, because it’s very personal BUT, I will share the last sentence because, well, it’s totally awesome.
The one word that sums up the both of you is “MEAN.”
Love that kid, man.
As upset as I am with them for the way they’ve handled this matter, the truth is, I’m more upset with myself for having put my family in this position by not having bought a home of our own.
It looks like we’ll be moving in with my parents by the middle of next week.
Oh my God. Moving in with my parents. MY PARENTS!
Excuse me while I go apply calamine lotion to ma’ hives.