I am quite annoyed today as I am trying to help my husband get into an apartment and get his stuff out.
I am being more then fair since I have changed the date 3 times
He found two places, he likes. A one bedroom where he has already turned the application in and is waiting to hear back, and a studio that he has not turned the application in, yet.
He needs to call the first one to find out what is going on and turn in application for the 2nd.
However, he started a side job today so doesn’t have a lot of time.
This is what I meant about responsibility and priority.
I have done everything to help this man from packing his stuff to finding an apartment. I still love him but, am not his mother!