Why did you move out of R's place anyway? Just curious...
HILARIOUSLY, HIS MA KICKED ME OUT.
I should be more fair to her, but the whole situation just makes me lol.
So, I didn’t know R when I moved in with him, and it was supposed to be a temporary, 6-to-8 month situation while I looked for another place to live. I was paying rent, and in fact I was paying more than we agreed on at the first meeting because his mother actually owned the place and she and R had a difference of opinion about rent. I didn’t mind, it was still less than a place of my own in the same neighborhood and he had a really nice kitchen.
Anyway, after living there a few months I told R I’d like to stay longer, he and his mother agreed on the understanding that I was still month to month, and I stayed for ten months total.
What happened next was, I think, a combination of two things. The first was that his mother and godmother, both of whom have genuine cleaning-based OCD, came over one time while we weren’t there and cleaned everything so viciously and thoroughly that when I got home I literally thought we’d been robbed. I’m not a messy person, but R is, and I wasn’t going to clean his shit up, so we lived somewhere between “typical bachelor” and “frat house before the kegger”. I kept a very clean kitchen and had my own bathroom, and the rest I didn’t worry about. Apparently his mother did.
I didn’t find the cheese grater for like, three days.
I think his mother had hoped I would clean up after him, or set a better example, or something? And was upset when she found out I was apathetic about cleaning, and decided to get rid of me.
But also, there was this situation where a family friend had just finished grad school and needed a place to crash in Chicago. The idea was that I would move out (I got 45 days’ notice) and this guy would move in, and that is what happened, with me moving into an apartment down the block because I liked the area and was familiar with it. Post-Grad-School-Family-Friend moved in with R, and then after two months broke his lease to move out because he was getting a place with his girlfriend.
I felt sort of gleeful about that.
What followed was several years of R finding, and then losing within 2-3 months, a series of terrible roommates, none of whom were as interesting OR as good at Wheel of Fortune as I was. And his mother, as his landlord, was for the most part stuck eating the portion of the rent that normally a roommate would cover. The last roommate to actually stick was his stepbrother, who is his polar opposite in almost every way, and who stayed for eight months before getting his own place.
I’d feel worse about it if she and R were close, the way I am with my mum. But she’s kind of a terrible person and R doesn’t get on well with her – he calls my mum “Mama [firstname]” and I think Mum genuinely cares about his wellbeing (as opposed to his marital status or net worth) more than his own mother, so I’m less sympathetic.
It’s been a long, wild couple of years for R and me. God knows what’ll happen next, but at least his mother doesn’t control either of our fates anymore. :D