Ok she wasn’t that crazy maybe a sprinkling,I was sofa surfing again and I put a plea out on facefuck for a room to rent, this lady messaged me and said she had a nice room, so off I go the next day to view it, it’s lovely, a nice two bed cottage and I agree to move in, little did I know that it was going to be one of the worst experiences I could ever imagine, warning bells rang when my best friend sent me a text about the ladies lodger that was due to move out so I could move in, apparently she was a fucking fruit loop who wouldn’t let him out at night (he was a young lad) didn’t like it because he wouldn’t pull his weight (fair enough) and she was a general dragon to him, I didn’t know what to do but she called me up and explained so thought I’d take the benefit of the doubt, should have gone with the gut!
Upon moving in it was agreed that my boyfriend could stay twice a week, we came up with a great plan of how we would do it, the day I move in she changes it to every other weekend, ‘erm…ok’ I thought it wasn’t what we agreed and it was one of the only reasons I took the bloody room in the first place, a few nights later she says “I think when Adam stays he needs to pay something” I already thought I should offer, I mean we would be eating there etc, the first time he stayed was fine (albeit the fucking bed sounding like it was going to break if you coughed, “That” was certainly out the question!), I get a text a few days later asking me not to use the coffee, milk etc (she got me to agree on this stupid kitty system and she stated it was for tea, coffee, washing powder etc) so that was one of the first things I thought “hang on a fucking moment lady!” too.
Then there was the stuff in the bath and the fact I couldn’t have a shower because she was so bloody busy she couldn’t get round to putting the tiles on, so it was a stand up wash, every other day going back to my ex husbands house to have a bath (maybe I should have said “please get your shit out the bath, I’m paying for this” but I am too nice).
I was there a few weeks when she went to house sit, didn’t tell me she was going to be away, so night after night I didn’t bolt the door and I was alone, I could have been naughty and got Adam to stay but I followed the rules and I don’t have a problem being alone but you could fucking tell me!
Then things really took a weird turn, firstly their was the strong smell of fish coming from my room, turns out an electrical item had burnt out in my heater, this was like it for two weeks my room smelt like I had concealed a dead body in the wardrobe, I didn’t dare tell her for about a week, in all fairness she did try and sort it straight away but the stench remained for weeks and I don’t think the heater was ever sorted, she never told me it was.
One evening around Easter, Adam came to stay (by this point she was making it clear he wasn’t welcome so I would go to his most weekends we were together) we went out to the pub only I got very very drunk (zombiefied has been mentioned), we went back very early to the room and I went to bed, the next day Adam was worried about me so he came to sit with me while I had a bath, that evening she asked me not to do that again, fair enough it’s her house but it wasn’t like we were having sex in there!
After that it all went a bit downhill, when I first took the room on I was paying weekly to go over the monthly payment but me being a twat did’t have anyway to do this so it was agreed I would pay weekly but did she change the contract to reflect this, did was talk about the elephant in the room of how much I should be paying? nope, so there I was paying her more than I should of for the length of my stay and she was happy it was all in fucking cash but again I am nice person. By this point Adam didn’t come to stay again as we couldn’t eat in the kitchen, fuck he wouldn’t even shower in the now fixed bathroom, the only thing we did was come back late and go out early so we wouldn’t use any of her electric, I even started doing my washing elsewhere, she mentioned the fee for Adam staying and that’s when I thought I wasn’t going to fucking pay it! he didn’t even use her fucking loo roll or her electric while was there, he used to charge his phone at work and pray it didn’t run out of battery, that was the reason for the fee, ‘use of the internet (after she couldn’t get on the internet as there was to many devices on her shitty internet which wasn’t actually using the bloody network, we used our own data in the end) and for the electric (we even used to use the torches on our phones, didn’t even watch TV at the end), she was trying to charge him £8 a weekend!!! £8!!! fuck off!! (I won’t mention the moths eating away at my clothes, well OK as I did mention it, when I moved in there was a hole in the carpet, then another appeared, then I found small moths in my clothes, I’ve had to buy a whole new wardrobe since I left, I should really bill her.
By now it was almost time for us to go away for the weekend, I had told her about two weeks beforehand that I was planning on moving to Harlow at the end of July, she was fine with it but then I got thinking I would quite like to go and stay with my boys for a month before I left, I mentioned this to her (remember it was more than 4 weeks notice) and by fuck I have never seen someone give someone else the silent treatment like she gave me she never spoke to me again and that was with me trying! we went away by the time we came back I didn’t want stay there ever again, we got my stuff out (with the help of my ex and best friend) and then I slipped a note in her door, I had since reread my lease and realised that the three months’ had run out on my lease while we were away and as far as I was concerned or cared at this point, I didn’t need to give her any notice, I worked out that with the over payment I made one month and with the deposit I paid her I didn’t owe her any rent for June, I wasn’t convinced I’d ever get my deposit back anyway as she already told me she didn’t have any money, so yeah I might have left her without a tenant but all she would have to do anyway was save the 4 weeks rent I was going to give her only to give it back to me so I done her a favour in way, that’s if I ever got it back, doubtful.
She tried to get me at work, yeah OK she knew I didn’t work on a Saturday, she tried messaging Adam on Facefuck asking for my solicitors details, I’m sorry was we married?!
I see her now and again and see the room is back up for rent, I’d rather living in a box, on a river, with a howling wind taking me downstream then live there again.