So…. I have gone silent for awhile and now that things have been settled I can let you all in on what has been going on.
As many of you may know, I have been living with two roommates for the last 3 years. They are “nice” girls whom, well, one I have known nearly my whole life. And, the relationship has not always been good.
We lost touch shortly after graduating from high school, but picked up our friendship again a few years later. Then I got engaged and asked her to be my Bride’s Maid, and she agreed. She was also at the time working in some sort of catering/party planning thing and said she would help me with everything I needed to do. About a month later she stopped answering my calls, never return a call and eventually sent me a card in the mail saying “it was too much for her”. And I didn’t hear from her again.
Three years ago, my life was changing again as my then current roommate (and wonderful friend) had decided to move in with her son and his family and sell her house. So, I sent out a call via Facebook to find a new place to live.
My call was answered by my ex-Bride’s Maid’s girlfriend. They had a room. Free internet. I would pay $150 a month plus my groceries. So, I moved to Dayton, Ohio and moved in with them.
I was not told that they drank constantly, or smoked heavily. I was not told that they held “get-togethers” all night and well, well into the following morning. (I go to work at 4am, so that was not appreciated.) But, I dealt with it, bought a sleep mask and some ear plugs and went on with life.
Then, as time went on, rent increased for various reasons:
- $25 a month for half the storage facility they rented to put their stuff in since I was now using the room they had stored it in
- $5 a month for toilet paper
- $30 a month because the water increased
- $30 a month for rides to work (after I totaled my car)
- Increase car rides to $40 a month for an unknown reason.
- Additional $5 a month in toilet paper because the cost went up.
In the end, I was paying $360 a month for ONE room, no access to the kitchen (unless I wanted to clean EVERYTHING IN IT and not a single place to sit in the living room. Not to mention the fact that NONE of my stuff was allowed in any room besides my bedroom.
Then came the kicker.
I was paying $400 a month, $40 of it going to rides to work. Then, one day, for no reason what-so-ever, I was told, “We wont be driving you to work anymore.” Okay, fine. But then, they decided to continue to keep the $40.
When I asked for my change, the answer I was given was “I spoke to my financial adviser and she said that since you are using one bedroom and we are sharing the other one (they had married since I moved in, so duh! Yeah they are sharing a bedroom!) that I should be paying half the rent. Plus, toilet paper has gotten expensive and I should be grateful I have it to use.”
Yes, they wanted to charge me ANOTHER $5 a month for toilet paper.
But, besides that, let’s get back to me paying for half the rent. What is the rent you ask? Good question! $480 a month. That’s right. $480 a month and I am paying $400 for a room.
So, I was done.
I made arrangements to move, got another apartment, a studio right next to theirs, and had hoped to be moved out before they expected rent. But I didn’t get moved fast enough. One day, a couple days after they expected rent, I was cornered at my bedroom door and the one girl wanted to know what was going on.
In the end, she was upset I was leaving. So upset that they had the keys changed, because they thought I would take their stuff. (I didn’t, but have been accused in the past of taking stuff they found were missing. Not that stuff I LOANED THEM was ever returned to me!) Also, when I did move out, they wouldn’t let me have my computer printer. They also cut me off of the internet service I paid for IN ADVANCE. That’s right, I paid, in cash, for a year of internet and now I have no access because “I left in the rears” and because I “moved out before the end of the contract”.
What the fuck ever.
I can always buy another printer and I can access the internet practically anywhere. (This post is kinda proof of that…)
I heard that they told the landlord they wont be able to make rent this month, if that isn’t funny as hell, I don’t know what is!
I will say that there were additional factors that pushed me to move:
- They each bought a brand new pair of Asics sneakers (approx. $100 a pair) when I struggled to have enough cash to eat that week.
- I came downstairs one day and found the living room practically empty and thought THEY were moving out, leaving me with nothing but a rent I couldn’t afford.
- I found out through friends that my roommates had a garage sale, and didn’t say a word to me. Not even to ask if I wanted to sell anything.
The best part, though, was when the one girl and I spoke she kept saying “All you had to do was communicate with us.”
When I told her I didn’t appreciate her taking what wasn’t hers (explaining that was the $40 a month for rides, which they were no longer providing) she said, “You didn’t have any problem paying it before.”
I said, “I was paying for a service! You stopped providing that service! I need that $40 to pay someone else now!”
Her response? “All you had to do was communicate with us.”
Well, No, actually. I don’t. Not anymore. I gave and gave. I stood by while having to listen to “funny” anti-semantic jokes from someone who thinks she is funny. (She isn’t.) I dealt with a 44 year old woman who is an alcoholic and who throws temper tantrums. I dealt with an apartment smelling of BO and used alcohol, unfair rent increases, loud music, accusations of me stealing/taking things, loaning out money and items and not having them returned and a plethora of other things that are truly too gross to write about. So, no. I am done.
People walk in and out of my life all the time and when someone has done me wrong, well, they are erasable. I can carry on as if you don’t exist. And so, with this post, this is the last thing I will write about and think about that deals with them.