The Beginning of the End
Yesterday, Steamroller was ready to move out by the end of the week. After a day of looking at hotel prices and for apartments, this morning I found a post-it note slipped under my door.
She asked if she could stay, if she promises to have her parents gone by the end of the weekend. I pointed out to her that in the last 36 hours, I've heard three wildly different things from her:
1. She wants to stay until our leasing company kicks us out (what she'd told me right before her parents arrived
2. She'll move out by the end of the week but pay for October.
3. Now she wants to stay and will have her parents find alternate housing.
I told Steamroller that I'm wary to agree to anything because she has such a solid history of changing her mind.
Steamroller fought back tears and insisted she wanted to stay. Fine, I told her. Meanwhile, although she doesn't know it, I'll continue looking for another place.
Last night I locked myself in my bedroom, not even eating dinner, because I was so uncomfortable with the thought of running into The Mother. Today when I came home from work, she was standing in the living room eating, and looking out the window. She didn't say a word to me or even acknowledge me. Nice.
Soooo... I guess that whole "always staying in the bedroom" thing and that whole "we'll be completely finished with the kitchen by 4:30 every day"
thing are off the table now that I've said The Parents have to go. Bummer.
At least it seems like things are calming down.
She asked if she could stay, if she promises to have her parents gone by the end of the weekend. I pointed out to her that in the last 36 hours, I've heard three wildly different things from her:
1. She wants to stay until our leasing company kicks us out (what she'd told me right before her parents arrived
2. She'll move out by the end of the week but pay for October.
3. Now she wants to stay and will have her parents find alternate housing.
I told Steamroller that I'm wary to agree to anything because she has such a solid history of changing her mind.
Steamroller fought back tears and insisted she wanted to stay. Fine, I told her. Meanwhile, although she doesn't know it, I'll continue looking for another place.
Last night I locked myself in my bedroom, not even eating dinner, because I was so uncomfortable with the thought of running into The Mother. Today when I came home from work, she was standing in the living room eating, and looking out the window. She didn't say a word to me or even acknowledge me. Nice.
Soooo... I guess that whole "always staying in the bedroom" thing and that whole "we'll be completely finished with the kitchen by 4:30 every day"
thing are off the table now that I've said The Parents have to go. Bummer.
At least it seems like things are calming down.
3 Comments:
If and when she (they) leaves, you WILL be changing the locks I hope. She has had all her chances and then some. No quarter, no mercy. She made her bed, now she's gotta pack it and split.
Why do you have to leave? I guess you are done with roommates...oh so understand.
Here's hoping this chapter reaches a prompt ending.
Oh my god. I'm just catching up on the whole story- what a nightmare. I second the changing locks suggestion. Also, it would be strangely wonderful if she had to list you as a renting reference in the future (it's your lease, right?) because oh the havoc you could unleash!
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