At this point in my life I am young and I am working twelve hours a day and I am trying to keep my relationship together. All and all it isnt really working and i'm overwhelmed but i haven't really came to those terms. Anyways at this time me and Riley are really trying to make this work. He's fresh out of getting kicked out of his moms house and I am in a hurry to make something work.
I am online day in and day out at this point searching craigslist for a suitable place to stay, and for the longest of weeks I wasn't finding a place that takes couples but we weren't really letting it discourage us. The worst place wasn't finding a place it was more so keeping the relationship together. However after weeks of figuring it out I finally receive a call from a prospective roommate. She seemed polite and respectable and her phone interview left me feeling like she was definitely going to be a potential match. I was still iffy and kept myself on my toes because we all know looks can be deceiving.
I finally meet up with the future roommate and her name we will call her Nadine, and I wasn't mad at her she was an older woman and she seemed to know what she wanted. She had her shit together and it was something that complemented the responsible behavior I already carried. She made the rules seem simple, from pets to over night guests and it seemed like something I could manage and it was definitely something I strive for in my other roommates but I wasn't getting it. The apartment she managed to afford was immaculate, it was almost like a two story townhouse but squeezed in to an apartment size.
She first offered the standard sized room but somehow found it better to offer us the master bedroom, that was something that really caught rileys attention and he was definitely quick to put his name down of the piece of paper that called itself a lease. Well thats a bit of an exaggeration she actually called it a lease. It was vague to remember but she ran through the rules about pets and overnight guests. Riley was bright eyed and bushy tailed so I shrugged and signed it.
Moving in wasn't bad although the narrow hallway wasnt the best for getting a mattress up the stairs but we made it. Living there everything seemed quiet, she said hello every morning and we usually stopped to engage in short conversations, she almost seemed fake nice. I also forgot to throw in that she's from Brazil so in a lot of cultural ways she was different although it seemed as if she enjoyed to indulge in black culture, and it made sense because her skin color was dark, her hair was tightly coiled and she liked wearing long braids on occasion. In a relaxed mood she used alot of slang but it seem to fade from her demeanor when she encountered me and Riley randomly standing in the kitchen.
She was the type to communicate directly and openly, sometimes almost aggressively. Her main thing was keeping the windows closed, we weren't sure why and it wasnt really in me to open up a window around the house but it happened occasionally when I had to cook and shit. There was one occasion though where me and Riley fell asleep after dinner and he forgot rtf clean the kitchen, she left a strikingly worded note on the front door, it nearly seemed out of her character for her but we too sit for what it was and we stopped leaving shit open.
Things slowly started to amp up, especially over the simple things. You could catch her huffing and puffing and being mad about us not leaving her enough room in the refrigerator even though she had already taken up 3 shelves worth of space. The passive aggressiveness in her voice didn't seem to phase Riley as much as it phased me, it triggered my attitude in the ugliest of ways but there wasnt anything really I could do. Except listen to her. It got easier when she decided to kind of stop talking in person and started to send really aggressive texts. Mainly about the things Riley was doing around the house.
From leaving doors open, windows, not washing dishes, taking up too much room on the shelves, our room smelled, smoking cigarettes in the house...I can go on and on that's how bad it was. She had a sense of superiority, everything had to be her way, even though we were in two totally different generations and us seeing eye to eye was already difficult. She was a control freak I was a more practical and conservative control freak. I only wanted control of the efficient things around the house, I would get the dishes and the laundry done weather that was hers or mine. Yes I know how great of a roommate was I, I did her laundry and dishes right along with me and Riley. So you can't really say that I was trying o instigate a problem.
She was more problematic then I, she was also a rather gross individual, she tried to play it off as Riley was the dirty one but through our last days with me and her, she destroyed the house, she stopped taking out the trash she left food everywhere, she stopped regulating her clothes a whole bunch of shit that just drove me absolutely wild, but when you are in a roommate situation there really isn't much to say or do because its like at the end of the day you are staying in their place of residence while you move from place to place. So things continued on, for a woman who portrayed herself SO WELL it turns out she was faking it for the sole fact that Riley was white and that white people made her uncomfortable.
The final days were a tragedy, it me against her and her boyfriend, there were some things going on in the background of my life but what I will say things got violent when Riley left. Where he went is something to be discussed in another post, but anyways after he left. Things between me and her were harsh and unsettled. I was in-between jobs at the time and I had let her know that I wouldn't have the rent but at the time I guess she chose to ignore it at the last minuet and decided that busting into my room while im half naked to demand the rent was going to be the best way to go about it. Things were fucked up from there, I put my daughters bed infant of the door and proceed to call a close friend because I knew Riley was out of control
I laid there every day and every night wondering what exactly happens next but we are going to have to wait til the second half of this narrative....to be continued!
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