About a month ago, my mother contacted me and asked if I was interested in buying the house from her. The house we live in is hers. It’s a huge three-story with a big yard in a nice part of Boston. I pay her $1000 a month to live here, and I know she could rent it to someone who wasn’t family for easily three times that much. So I get why she would want to make a change to the current arrangement.
But I also know there is no way I could buy a house like this. She wasn’t offering me a special deal, I would pay her the fair market value for the house. And even if we could somehow swing the mortgage payments, there’s just no way we could make the down payment.
I knew I could ask my dad and Susan to help with the down payment, and they likely would gladly do it. But I think the bottom line for Jayson and me is that we really don’t want to commit to home ownership in Boston. I really want to move out to California and be near Rachel.
So I declined the offer from my mother. She immediately turned around and made the same offer to Megan, and she said yes! I was admittedly a little shocked. I had considered Megan living here to only be a temporary thing, but instead she’s going to soon be my landlord.
This isn’t something they’re just talking about, Megan has the approved finances and they are really only a little bit of paperwork away from making it official. She also owns the home in Florida that her soon-to-be exwife currently lives in, and I guess if noting else I had to confess I had no idea how much money she has.
Last night there was a big car accident down the hill from us, and Megan and I walked down to be spectators of all the excitement. We ended up standing out there from midnight until after 2 in the morning. As we were walking up the hill to come home, she asked me if I was angry at her for buying the house. I said no. Of course I’m not. It really doesn’t matter to me much at all, especially since she’s told me that she’s going to continue to ask only $1000 per month from Jayson and me.
Then she told me she’d really messed up her life and she was trying to make it better. She can be super irresponsible at times, but I didn’t think her life was that bad. She said that if I knew everything that she was doing I would hate her. That just made me curious. I decided not to press her, but the conversation did make me even a little more eager to figure out how we can eventually move away from this house and from her influence.
I’m going to share a gross Megan story. Well, I think it’s gross, maybe not everyone would agree. I was in her bedroom the other day, and sitting on the nightstand was this big cone-shaped thing. I didn’t know what it was, and I wouldn’t have asked her about it if I had known it was a sex toy. But because the shape of it almost resembled a lampshade, I thought it was a cool futuristic LED lamp. So I asked her about it.
She laughed at me and asked if I really didn’t know what it was. Slowly it dawned on me that I was looking at the biggest butt plug I had ever seen. I’m not exaggerating, it was probably about 8 inches tall, and definitely wider than I would think anyone could possible use on themselves. I didn’t ask, but I’m sure she could see the shock on my face, so she volunteered that it was 4.5” wide at the thickest part.
I told her it must certainly be a gag gift, like those dildos you see in sex shops that are approximately the size of one of my legs. But she said that it’s not only a real butt plug but that she uses it regularly.
Then she said, “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right of course. But I love the way it feels and I keep using it even though I know it’s so bad for my body.”
I had been thinking that no wonder she keeps pooping in her pants, and I guess from her response she had actually correctly guessed my thoughts. But I didn’t discuss it with her any more, and I probably never will.
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