I finally got myself an apartment, one that I’m not embarrassed to have my son come and stay with me. It’s been three weeks of looking while staying in hotels and in my car and it’s been incredibly frustrating (I posted a week ago asking you guys where I should sleep).

So I was excited to finally have my place. It took some sweet-talking with the manager to finally accept my application. She had reservations about me being divorced, as if I wouldn’t be able to pay rent every month. I gave her the quickest rundown of my situation because it’s not her business anyway. She eventually said yes.

So anyway, I was finally moving stuff in on Friday. I’m inside my apartment and I can hear someone outside on the walkway ask the manager, “who’s that new guy?”. Manager replies, “oh that’s too_old_3456. His wife kicked him out.”

Or, you know, she’s been cheating on me the last 10 years, probably longer, and I’ve had enough of being isolated and gaslit by her and her entire family. But who cares about any of that, right? He’s just a divorced guy, who cares if we talk about him. We know his story.

I’m probably being over sensitive but come on…mind your business and keep your mouth shut.

Despite my best efforts to be my genuine self and be friendly with the other people in the building, no one seems to want to talk to me. Well, fuck ‘em and fuck the manager and everyone else who makes a snap judgement by looking at me or based on gossip they hear. I’ve stopped caring about so much since leaving my wife. Add this to the pile. Anyone got anything else to add before I set it on fire?