Yeah you read that right. I'm in a basement, living with my parents.
Not hobbit like, okay! It's cute.
At first I was extremely hesitant on moving in. Mainly because I have a great relationship with my parents right now, and living with them in the past wasn't great. I also didn't want to come back and they immediately treat me like a child again.
We had a very grown up discussion about my concerns, and what they expect of me and it definitely eased my worry. I moved out of the house that was toxic, and had probably the worst landlord I'll ever have.
Did I tell you my landlord was my ex's dad? No?? Yeah well, and my upstairs neighbor? My ex.
So to say I made the right move? Understatement of the year kids.
I no longer have to worry about talking to my ex, sharing my apartment for the washer and dryer, having him constantly think we are more than we really are. Because that's what happened.
His dad, the landlord, came over late one night and said he had to turn the water off, there's a leak in my apartment. Now I know I for sure didn't have a leak in my apartment. I would have heard water running. I would have noticed! I grew up knowing how to take care of the basics in the house, thanks pops, so the fact he said that got me mad.
Mind you, this was late at night... landlords have to give you 24 hour notice, not 24 minutes!
Anyway. Next day, after asking him every couple hours if it was fixed with no response I told him, listen I have plans and I won't be home but I expect it done today. I got a text at midnight people...MIDNIGHT that my water was back on and the neighbor, his son, was off.
So I came home from work that following day to my ex knocking on my door. Said his water was off and he needs to use the shower. He didn't even know his water was off.
The nice person I was, I said sure, until your water comes back on, we will work out a schedule. We agreed, or he said yes at first to agree. Whatever to get through the door I guess...
My ex was under the impression that he could come into the house whenever he pleased. He lingered longer than he should have. He started to get complacent. Until I started to speak up for myself.
That's when I had to fight a 225 pound man out of my apartment.
Trust me, I don't like that statement anymore than you do. But that's life and boy oh boy did I almost give up. I'm husky but I'm fluffy and I do not have muscles to move a very intoxicated man who is a whole head taller than me.
He called me names, a bitch, a cunt, a waste of space. Yeah out of all of those, that last one got to me. So I told him, if I am all of that then why are you trying to get in my pants right now? Why are you pushing yourself into my apartment?
To say the least. That was the final straw. I called my mom, like any other day, and asked if the offer was on the table for me to come back, and she said absolutely give us a month.
I said, if I come over and help clean and move things, can we get myself moved in a week. I never told my mom or dad how bad it was living there at the end. Mainly because I didn't want them to worry, or worse go to jail for murder.
You're laughing...I'm serious.
You don't mess with my momma and you sure as hell don't mess with daddy's little girl.
So in a week, I would pack up my apartment, and I officially moved everything over to my parents. I didn't tell the landlord I was moving out until I had the last box in my hand. I gave my key to my ex and said, have a great life and I hope you get the happiness you deserve out of it.
He may have said some terrible things to me, but at no point in my mind do I wish ill of him. I do truly hope that he gets his happy ending.
I mean I think I found mine, but that's another blog ;)
The landlord obviously wasn't happy that I left without notice, of course I don't blame him, but I didn't apologize like I would have months ago. Instead I told him that during winter I went without heat for many nights because you had refused to come over to fix it. I told him I had to share utilities with an upstairs neighbor because for two weeks you left that home without water. That is completely unethical and immoral. I told him that you wouldn't come around for months and then expect me to be home to give you cash for rent and when I expressed I had to go to my bank you got angry.
Sorry but I'm not leaving thousands of dollars in my home that can get jimmy rigged too easily. Because yes, the lock was finicky and you can pop it open without the key so I slept with a pocket knife under my pillow and a bat next to my nightstand.
So no sir, I am not sorry I didn't give you notice. I am not sorry that you no longer are able to get cash from a tenant who was one of two tenants who actually paid you even though you had at least 3 properties with multiple apartments in the home.
What I am sorry for is that I didn't do this sooner. That I didn't trust my gut and move when it was necessary. My stress has melted away when it comes to my home life. I can't wait to drive home and see my parents. I can't wait to get greeted at the door by Dino, my mom's springer spaniel, because he wants to play ball.
I haven't felt this light in years and sure, my anti-depression dose is maxed out at 20mg, but with this new home life change, maybe it doesn't need to be so high anymore.
I finally feel free to express myself again because my parents are accepting of me and let me do whatever it is I want. I get to eat whatever I want again, because I was always told no to certain foods.
I finally put myself first.
Until next time,
Nicole Lynn
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