Gotta gtfo
So I’ve been getting more and more depressed the longer I live in this house, and last night was the last straw. Housemate knocked on my door at 11pm, woke me up (I went to bed at 9) and demanded the last $100 of my rent (I already paid 2/3 of it, in cash, well before it was due). I said, calmly, that my check was a day late and I’d have the money next day. Housemate proceeded to scream and curse at me and then storm off. The night ended with me standing in the living room sobbing my eyes out asking why $100 a day late warranted all this, to which my housemates replied “You do this EVERY month”. (I do not).
Someone wanna tell me where the line is where I can fairly and clearly say I’m being abused? Because this sure feels like it.
So I gotta gtfo. They’ll get their February rent but I’m not staying. I’m either gonna have ohfuckitsoprah keep my cats and move in at work (I’m a live-out nanny), or see if I can stay at her place for a bit. I just can’t be with these people anymore.
