So I posted awhile ago about some of my issues with my fiencee and her daughters in another subreddit but figured this fits here better. I found out Monday its going to be another 4 to 5 weeks before I can possibly get a house.i work for a couple investors that bought a house about 10 minutes up the road in our village and there working the numbers. Its a total gut band remodel. Cabinets, bathroom, flooring, and much more. Theybare willing to do a balloon payment of $180,000 in 24 months. Im in the beginning of rebuilding my credit and already working with a mortgage borker. Im only going this route because she's literally said 3 times in the last 6 months that maybe my son and I should find a place. Well im doing it.

Everything my son does is under a microscope with her and its starting to take a toll on him. Sunday i picked up my son from his grandma (summer one week on and off) and I come home to vacuum the pool I DIDNT WANT and her mom and her bought anyways and i am the only one that cleans it and I hear her screaming at all three kids through the window. Im exhausted from working basically 2 jobs. She's been a STHM for the last 3 years. I then hear her grilling my son (13) about wearing his glasses. They're for reading not to be worn all the time. All the mean while her two daughters NEVER wear theirs. Its to the point that if he's not at work with me on my weeks in the summer he stays at his friend's down the road. Im a carpenter and its his first "real summer job" cleaning the jobsite, loading the dump trailer, making simple cuts for me. I love it. Im not a Disney dad by any means. I've pretty much disengaged from the girls. It took 2 weeks and there room is a disaster, they stay up as late as they want, destroy there toys, make huge messes they dont clean up. I have moderate PTSD from the army and the life i lived years ago so im a very light sleeper. I was woke up at 2:30 AM this morning by the 10 year old using the bathroom. I waited and tip toed to there doorway. They were both up watching TV. I was livid. Told them to turn them off and go to bed. My son is 13 and not not perfect by a long shot, no kid is, but its literally to a point that my friends and family see how she treats him. Everything from grocery shopping, cooking dinner, going out as a family and much more is ALL on me due to her "depression and social anxiety ". Im working full time, side work and scrap metal. I work an average of 50 to 60 hours a week. Im 45 and have moderate to severe rheumatoid arthritis and just can't do this much longer. Its to a point I leave a half hour early for work and stop and take a nap on my way in. By 8pm im exhausted.
From buying head lice treatment EVERY OTHER WEEK due to her daughter coming home infested from her dads, to her not getting child support for either daughter im so over it. My work truck is literally falling apart (hit a second deer monday) and can't even afford a different one. Im not going to leave her high and dry. I'll let her find a job and get her budget straight but I know how its going to. Im ok with being the bad guy. You always will be in someone else's story at some point. Sorry this is so long I just needed to vent and not feel alone.