Now I agreed, but the ex was a little iffy about it. I said look, I have no room for him. It is the same house and I have access to that apartment so I can check on him when he wasn’t with me. So he finally agreed. The only thing I didn’t tell him was that “P” was gay. It didn’t bother me or my son, but my ex is a different story.
“P” started to give my son more and more items. He was buying him all kinds of things I couldn’t even begin to get him. During the summer my son turned 16. He said my present was the best he ever got. I got him a cell phone and now he would leave the house since he was always afraid he would miss a call.
“P” was still buying him all kinds of things and he did lots for all the tenants and seemed like the kindest, giving man you could ever know. I thought he was great and even my son was beginning to think of him as the father he didn’t think he had. My son and his father just weren’t getting along and that included the live-in girlfriend. Plus “P” was giving him everything under the sun.
Fall was approaching and I had trouble enrolling him in school since he demanded to live with me and I didn’t have custody. He told his father that he wasn’t coming back to live with him and if he tried to force him he would run away and go to court and say he wanted to live with his mom. I wasn’t worried about it anymore since things were going so well where we were and I hardly had to provide food or anything so it wasn’t a burden for me anymore. He finally agreed and signed the papers allowing him to attend school there with me.
We were all settled in and then “P” said that one of the guys that shared his apartment was leaving and he had an extra room. It would be less expensive for me and I would be in the same apartment and we all got along well. That was the final step I thought to happiness. Boy was I mistaken.
He told me if I wanted to make my rent even less expensive he would offer me the same deal as the other guy in the connecting apartment. It was a good deal and so I got the money together and gave it to him and my rent was paid for so many years and he even put it on the receipt. Clueless, told you I was naive, he told me that he was subletting my apartment and I would make the monthly payments and he would pay me back. Turns out he was not the owner of the property. Some of you may see where this is all going.
In the meantime he told the owner that a couple apartments were empty and he was renovating them. Instead he rented them out and kept the money. Now he had all this money and he always was able to look generous, but he was using other people’s money.
Now I have paid him for the downstairs room, the original apartment and he always had an excuse as to why he couldn’t pay me back that month. I was busy running up my credit cards to an astounding amount. He was supposed to buy all the food and cook it. Well he did with all of our money.
Then my son started telling me that when they went to the store he bought an item and took the receipt and snuck back in and got another item of the same kind and returned it with the receipt of the first item. Therefore getting the item for free. I didn’t like my son exposed to that.
The “P” started telling me my son was drinking and lying and sneaking in and out and this didn’t sound like my son, but I let it slide.
“P” and I both had birthdays in the fall close together. He gave me all these wonderful gifts and I was actually happy for one of the rare instances I wasn’t depressed.
When Christmas came up, I actually had a ball shopping for “P”. We got a tree and all new ornaments. It was a wonderful Christmas and I was again very happy. My son was thrilled with everything he got.
Next thing I knew he started to renting out the basement to homeless people and taking advantage of them. He provided them with meals so we cooked larger amounts. I turned my head to all of this. I didn’t know what to do.
He started staying away. I had to now buy all the food for all of us and the renters downstairs and cook it. I didn’t have the money to provide the kind of meals he was always making.
He was a nurse and changed jobs alot. He did private duty for children who couldn’t do for themselves.
April he started cleaning all his paperwork out. I didn’t think anything of it. I was cleaning mine as well. About a week later he says to me I have a new job and I start tonight. He went out, came home and told me he had had an accident and the guy wouldn’t report it if he paid him several hundred dollars in cash and could I please lend it to him. So I gave him what I had and he left for work.
Stay tuned for part 3