What a refreshing morning! Woke to the sounds of birds chirping and the sunlight streaming through the windows. I rolled out of bed, stretched slightly, and started the trek to the bathroom to wash and put my contacts in.
I had hardly pushed open the bathroom door when I heard my landlady say from the next room, "Good morning Sheppard. In light of recent events*, I think we should split everything."
*Two days ago, I offered her some of my Mongolian hotpot leftovers. She said, "It's ok, I already tried some." I asked her to please not eat my food. She didn't understand and asked me to explain why. The 45 min long conversation ended with a happy hug and understanding. Or so I thought...
I asked her to elaborate. She outlined the new rules: "You need to buy your own pots and pans, cutting board, vacuum cleaner, forks, spoons, knives, saran wrap, aluminum foil, spices, etc... Everything you own must be kept in your pantry. Your fruit is not to be put in the fruit basket. Your kitchen supplies should not mix with mine."
This is weird! Why can't we keep all the plates in the same cabinet? "I don't appreciate being called weird in my own home. I find that rude that you would say something like that just because YOU don't understand. I may be quirky and unique, and nobody understands me fully, but I can't help that I feel this way and I don't have the energy nor the obligation to explain myself to you."
But you didn't tell me this in the beginning when I signed up! "Things change, and we should be receptive to that. That's something I want to encourage in this house, that we can be flexible and work things through when one of us has an issue. If you have an issue, just let me know and we'll find some sort of agreement."
and that was just the beginning....
When I come home from school tonight, I found that all of my supplies in the refrigerator had been stuffed in the meat drawer. From raw chicken breasts to carrots to pasta, it was all crammed in a 3 cubic foot container.
On my shoe rack in the closet, I found a note saying, "Shoes on the top row only. One pair deep. All others must go in your room."
My leisure books on the coffee table had been removed and placed outside my bedroom door. No more books allowed on her coffee table.
If only I had been able to see clearly in the morning. I might have avoided the ambush.
I am so sorry to read this Shep...I thought I lived in bad places, but your situation seems quite bad. One lesson I learned was, never live with the landlord. But, there is an exception...I'm living with my landlord now, and its the best place yet. So, rather, don't live with a landlord you don't already know.
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