Last night was one of the most interesting nights. Not only was I scared, angry and lonely but I really didn't want to be in my house. Let me give you a little background on where I live before we begin here...
I live in a 3 bedroom house with roommates. Now, let me begin by saying that my two roommates are a couple girls I went to high school with. Both of which used to be my best friends at one point in my life. We grew apart but got back in touch when I moved back to my hometown and needed a place to live and they happened to have an extra room! I'm going to use initials instead of their names because that sounds like fun so J lives in the basement and F and I live upstairs! In the 9ish months I have lived there I have grown to basically hate J and F is one of my best friends now. My feelings towards J are complicated for multiple reasons that I won't get into but majority of them have to do with her boyfriend. We've had issues with J's boyfriend basically living at our house without paying rent. F and I really aren't happy about it but our landlords are J's parents so she can do whatever she wants basically. J's boyfriend who I will be referring to as D for douchebag (excuse my language) has tried to hang out at our house while J is not there. There were a couple weekends where J was outta town and D tried to stay there and he tried to stay and hang out with his friends while J would be working and that isn't not okay with F and I so we would always kick him out and eventually we brought it up to our landlords and they agreed with us and had a talk with him! And we haven't really had an issue with it for really long and complicated reasons but basically J claims she is "sick" all the time and no longer has a job so D has no reason to not be at our house hence why we haven't had a problem with it.
Recently and when I say recently I mean yesterday recently, F got a new job and moved out. I also found out Saturday that J was also leaving to go to the Mayo Clinic (super fancy hospital in Minnesota) on Sunday. That meaning I would have the house all to myself. I knew right away that I was gonna have an issue with D. I was almost positive he would try to continue staying at our house even with J being gone. We don't normally lock our doors but assuming D didn't have a key to it, it was a sure fire way to keep him out, right? So I lock our doors and head out to do my weekly Sunday activities and didn't make it home until about 8pm. Luckily, D was not there but his car was and J's car was gone..you can assume where this is going. D took J's car and has yet to return with it.
I'm not a big fan of being alone, especially not in such a big house. I'm not entirely sure I'll ever be able to live all by myself so out of being slightly scared/lonely I locked the door when I went to bed. I was really worried D would decide to come back and he would end up banging on our door to let him in. If he did do that, I was so passed out I slept through it. I don't know how these next few days are going to go. Being without F is gonna be kinda hard at first but I do only have a couple more months before I move so hopefully I can deal with it. I really hope D doesn't end up being a pain in my a**.
Have you guys every had an issue with a roommates boyfriend before? How did you deal?
Merry Monday all! Hopefully Daylight Savings Time didn't kick your butt like it did mine!
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