- 6 years ago
- Wedding: September 2012
Ho.Ly.CRAP am I fuming.
My living situation is confusing. I own a home, and my dad lives in the in-law suite upstairs. There’s no kitchen upstairs so he comes and goes as he pleases into the kitchen in the main apartment. When my sister moved out (she was living with me downstairs) I started spending considerably more time at my fiance’s (who owns a home about 10 miles away).
Along comes a good friend, who is also good friends with my dad, who asks if he can rent a bedroom and some patches of my yard to grow veggies. He’d keep my dad company, look after the house when I wasn’t around. Sounds good! I can still stay there when I want or need to (if I’m working late and don’t feel like driving 3 towns over), keep all my stuff there that I’m not ready to move yet. Down the road, the friend says, he’d like to buy my house, which would be a huge burden from me. But we’re not even close to that yet. I’m charging him dirt cheap rent for one bedroom, shared use of the common spaces and of the yard. He’s completely comfortable with sharing the kitchen with my dad.
A few weeks ago, the friend asks if I would consider renting out my room to someone he knows. Yes, I’d definitely consider it, I replied. End of conversation. No confirmation, no date discussion, nothing else. All I said was I would CONSIDER it. You know where I’m going with this now, right?
Wednesday, I saw my dad, and he said he met the friend’s new girlfriend (he calls everyone a “girlfriend” or “boyfriend”). I think nothing of it until today, when I realized that I think he meant it was the person that the friend asked me to consider renting to. I called my dad, asked him if this woman appears to be living there, and he said yes, it looks that way. Granted, I haven’t been to my home all week, the last time I was there was Saturday, and the friend didn’t say one word about the female friend coming. But he didn’t ask, didn’t talk dates, didn’t ask how much I would charge, nothing about any of it.
So, I’m sitting here fuming after trying to reach my friend to ask him exactly what is going on here. All I can think of is, there’s a strange person living in my home, in MY bedroom, where my wedding dress is hanging, using my furniture, my towels, my TV, my stereo, electricity, plates, silverware, everything. Everything in that place is mine except the bed that is in the friend’s room. And I’m getting madder by the minute.
Am I being unreasonable in feeling so angry about it? I don’t think so. Of course I need to speak to the friend before I rush to judgement, but my dad lives upstairs and he knows what’s up, he’s in and out of that apartment all day. If he says it looks like she’s living there because she hasn’t left the house in 4 days, then I believe him.
GAH. I wish I felt better after ranting but I SO don’t.