Wanna hear more drama? It never seems to end, lol.
So...the place we are/were heading...we may not. The Tyrant is already tyranting and we are not there yet. MrG didn't really want to go in the first place because this gal is very alpha. She is also very rude. I'm used to it, but, being at her mercy is not something he looked forward to. We really didn't have much choice, so when she said we could have the garage, the side yard would be mine to do with as I wish, the rent would be such and such, the dogs are soooo welcome to help keep the yard clear of raccoons from coming in the house....we thought great. This will work. But..things keep changing and we are not even there yet. Now its not the garage. It is the bonus room. Oops. No. A week later, its not the bonus room...its the smallest bedroom in the house. Oh, and the dogs can't get access to the back yard cuz they keep the door closed for skeeters and raccoons to not being able to get in. Oops, the other roomie may have issue with the dogs. Oops, the side yard I can have has to be kept clear for access to them. Oops, dogs cannot pee on the lawn in the back yard they previously had access too. Oops, the smallest bedroom has room only for one person so she hopes I don't mind sleeping on teh couch in the living room. Oops. They get up at 5am and why can't we be like "normal people" and get up at the same time? Why do we have to be night owls? They go to bed at 8pm and expect complete silence. Oops. Oh, and if we want two rooms, they are eager to ask the other roomie to move so I can have that room but its gonna cost more. Oops.
So...needless to say...it isn't looking very good. I sent her two boxes in the mail, that is sitting now in her garage. We sent a check for 300 bucks since she has started bitching about losing rent waiting for us. None of this came up before, so when I ask questions now, I get a snarky response. This woman...who lived with us...her, her son, her sons friend, her husband...is now in control of us and I think plans to squeeze as much out of us as possible, confine us to a small room and want us to keep our dogs caged. Meanwhile, all our mail is going there, our new bank is there, and the inlaws moved in yet another person so no room with them.
Looks like we be living in our cars after all in 2 weeks.
Isn't this fun?