If you weren’t such a condescending, alcoholic, asshole who managed to make my skin crawl in such a short time frame, I wouldn’t have had to move out two weeks in.

So living with a stranger… Round 2. I officially move in to my boyfriend’s place tomorrow. I’ve known him since the beginning of February of this year. Too soon…?

Yeah probably… but when you have credit card debt and rent is $1400 for a fucking studio in a shitty neighborhood kind of near where you need to live, you take what you can get.

It is crazy that it is only April, and this will be the 4th residence I’ve moved to this year. 2016 was rough… and I thought for sure 2017 would be better.

I didn’t give up hope just quite yet.

I know that I should have learned from my most recent mistake, but this time, it is a lot different. While previously, I got a place with a guy I barely knew, and wasted all my savings on first and last month of rent (for a place I resided in for about 2 weeks), this time I don’t need to worry about that big expense. I literally just move in and start pitching in a couple hundred bucks a month for rent and utilities. Easy.

Meanwhile, the low life that I was briefly enchanted with months ago, owes me a shit ton of money. I paid for him to have a place to live for two months, and paid for his cable for the time that he was there. His credit was so bad I had to put it in my name… and since he didn’t pay like he was supposed to, I had the liberty of footing the bill because I wasn’t going to let him fuck up my credit.

I know I have to take responsibility for the mistakes that I made in jumping into that relationship.  I also understand that it will be a god damn miracle if I see any of that money.  I probably wasted about 4 grand from being in that short romantic nightmare.

I do want to get some of that money back because he put me completely in the hole.  I asked him how much he thinks is fair to pay me back, and he said $1,800.  Fine. I’ll take it.

You better believe that I had him sign a promissory note stating that he agreed to pay me back the $1,800 in monthly installments of $450 a month, the first of the month, until the debt is paid off.

I had that shit notarized too.

Well – it’s the 5th of April.  He’s already a week late on his first payment (naturally).  When I complained to him that this is not OK – he tells me “well if this was so inconvenient for you then you shouldn’t have moved out in the first place“.

If you weren’t such a condescending, alcoholic, asshole who managed to make my skin crawl in such a short time frame, I wouldn’t have had to move out two weeks in.

He promises to give me my first payment this upcoming Friday.  If he ignores my texts and dodges my phone calls, I’m showing up to his mother’s house (where he lives now) and I’ll kindly ask to be let inside to wait for my payment.

Who knew that one person could make me one of those crazy girls that would show up to a family household demanding money.

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Author: livingwithastranger

I got an apartment with the person I was dating for less than a month because the cost of living was too high. I tolerated him for 17 days before moving out. A month later I got a new boyfriend and moved in with him - and hopefully...we live happily ever after.

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