Before I start on my rant, I should highlight the positives from this past weekend. We managed to cart three full trailer loads of stuff to the new house plus transport our beast of a treadmill from our friends house to the basement of the new house. That situation was touch and go, let me tell you. There was a time it was suggested that it wouldn't fit down the stairs....that just wasn't going to fly. I NEEDED my treadmill in the basement. I have to rekindle my love affair! So, alas, we managed to get that thing down the stairs. It took two grown men plus myself heaving with all our might.
Anyway, we are still thrilled with our decision to move and are very happy with the new house. Thank goodness for that.
In other updates, Mr. Landlord popped by last night to pick up his rent cheque. I asked him point blank what was going on with the Troll situation. His reply?
Wait for it....
Here it comes.....
"Well, since you are leaving I told him he could stay".
What the fuck?
Like seriously. This loser never pays his rent on time, refuses to pay us for his share of utilities, smokes in the house, has drug busts and police showing up with guns drawn.....and you feel it makes sense to let him stay?????
I LOST it. I know it really doesn't matter and it really accomplishes nothing in the grand scheme of things but I really felt the need to air the dirty laundry. In all honesty I cannot even recall all of what was said because I was hopping mad but I spoke my mind. I told him that I was disgusted and that he treated us unfairly by constantly telling us what we wanted to hear (that he was "getting rid" of The Trolls) when in fact he really didn't care. He argued that wasn't the fact and that he was undergoing true legal action conveniently enough the day before I emailed our notice. Ummmm....ya, right. Of course that was the timing after all these months. Do I look like an idiot? I guess I must.
Super Husband got so pissed off that he actually un paused the soccer game he had been watching and turned his back on Mr. Landlord. I nearly broke out laughing at that point. At the end, Super Husband turned and added to the conversation, "Well, you know, as long as you find new chain smoking, drug dealing partiers for tenants everything should work out just fine". I love my husband. He's super awesome.
In the end, Mr. Landlord was clearly distraught over the exchange, looked me in the eye and said, "Please don't be mad". I looked him square back and replied, "Oh, I'm angry all right. Nothing is going to change that. I have nothing left to say".
And that was it.
Does his decision really matter? No. Does it impact us moving forward? No. So that's all that matters in the end. What Super Husband and I are upset about is that this louse gets to continue loafing through life getting everything handing to him on a silver platter. He always comes up smelling like roses. And I HATE that people like that get away with it while good, honest, hardworking people like us get screwed.
I guess I'll step off my soapbox now.
It's a new day.
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