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THE OFFICIAL VENTING + ANTI THREAD: PART TWO


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My girl came over to my house this morning without calling me (her phone's being repaired). I had a 9am lecture so wasn't home. She was greeted at the door by that bitch. I hadn't spoken to my girl about anything that was going on for the past couple of weeks (she was sorting out her visa and shit, very stressful), but that bitch apparently had a chat with her about everything 'she's going through'.

That bitch is smart, even lent her her phone so she could call me. Told her I was at the library without even asking how she got hold of a phone or where she was(stupid stupid mistake). Only clocked once I put the phone down.

So meet her at the library cafe and she's got some poker face. Ask her whats up and who's phone did she use and she's like 'oh I used your housemates phone'. Fuck the drop in my stomach was a lot.

List of the things she told her about:

- I threw away her food (true)

- I threatened to beat her (not even sure)

- I bang on her door every night (false)

- I fucked with her laptop so she can't connect to the router to talk to her dad (true)

- I threw her shoes away (false)

- I made her get rid of a bird she had since she was 15 (true, but when we met she said she had a pet bird back home that she'd only

just got. . .)

- I hurt her boyfriend and stole his wallet (true, to pay for my racket, broke bastard)

- I refuse him access to the house (true)

- I invite loads of guys over who intimidate her (wtf?)

- I turn the power of the house off before I go out (false, got downloads running usualy anyway)

and she said to my girl that all of this started because I had some of her milk, so she had some of my ice cream in exchange. Not mentioning everything she had done. Even said her man was being noble trying to protect her.

I'm slyly impressed by it all. All I could think was touché. . . Now it's my move.

Anyway, had to set shit straight. Told my girl about all the fucked up shit that I did do first, than told her about how it all started and why it won't stop until she is out the house or breaks. I'm lucky to have a loyal partner to be honest because this could have been much worse. She just asked me to not do something that I'll have to pay for later.

This bitch is Satan's spawn. I'm now going to ACTUALLY do all the things she listed (some were quite imaginative), till I can walk past that room to sound of her pathetic cries. Fuck being blamed for shit I never had the pleasure of doing.

As for her man, guy still owes me £20 for the racket, he will pay.

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fair enough, in chronological order:

last year was looking for a third housemate kind of late in the year; me and a friend. So he tells me he knows someone who's ok and won't trouble us about noise or anything like that. He said she was 'laid back'. I was thinking that's fine. Met her last year and she was as he said 'laid back' and seemed like she'd mind her own business throughout the year no problems. Anyway, I moved into the house with my friend around late August. Everything was fine, me and him would split money on shit like milk and in terms of the house whether it was cleaning, bins, ect it all got done no problems.

She moved in around start of September, me and my friend helped her carry all her shit into the house, at this point still was thinking nothing was wrong. She seemed as she was last year. We showed her where everything goes, how the roster for recycling and waste works, gave her the password to the router, all the things needed to bed in basically. At this point it wasn't like I had done her a favour, was just trying to do by a fellow human being as I would hope would be done to me. Shit seemed cool.

My girl goes to the same uni, but lives elsewhere. At this point in time, she'd met my friend but not my housemate. But at one point my housemate had seen me and her come home together, so she may have known she was with me, don't know. But anyway, when my girl first moved back to uni, she was knocking for me. I wasn't home at the time (this is when her phone had pretty much died; mini x10). I was only at the shop near by but it was raining and you'd hope whoever was home would answer the door. That bitch was the only one home, she lives downstairs and can always hear and pretty much see when someone is knocking. Anyway got there a couple minutes later and opened the door for us both. As we entered,could hear she was on the phone in her room. Gave her the benefit of the doubt, plus it isn't exactly her responsibility to open the door, was my fault for going out is what I told myself.

Couple days later, a delivery for me needed to be signed for. I was home, but I'm upstairs she's down so she got there first. I didn't hear or see the early exchange between her and the postwoman. But by the time I was at the top of the stairs the postwoman was asking whether or not I lived at the address. She pretended to not know of me and tried to get it sent elsewhere. Still, couldn't find a motive for such actions but tried to brush it all off. Was raging inside but thought better than to react to female stupidity (yeah highlight this part, was a stupid fucking mistake I know). But anyway, that same day she had a delivery from Asda, I answered, thought I should be the bigger man, let them drop it at her door (she weren't home, dumb c*nt).

At this point I aint saying I was an angel and it may have been possible for me to have somehow offended her, but I'd already brushed off (okay barely brushed off) two instances of disrespect.

Days later, was kinda hot like today. I'd bought a big tub of Hagen Daz (sp). Fuck I was looking forward to that fudgey goodness. Went to my section of the freezer, was gone. Now I'm not saying I had an emotional attachment to that tub, but fuck it was a warm day and wanted some ice cream. The fact that I had lived a while with my other housemate with no problems coupled with the previous two misdemeanors sent me to her. Her response showed complete guilt and that she didn't give a shit. Realised that I had set a precedent. So, I took actions that I thought were appropriate. She and her man than preceded to lock me out, this sent me over the edge. Her man stepped to me. He ended up on the floor. He walked away swearing and shit. But this is where it all started. I threw away all her food that day. Simply for the disrespect she showed me, 'as if to say, what you gonna do?'. She didn't get the message that day and the next morning, my cupboard was empty as well. Wide open, with my milk empty and returned. You know when you lift expecting some sort of weight when you aren't really looking. Yeah, that shit happened. Rage was gone and all that was left was a smile that day. But, did she stop? No she did not. I left one bottle of shampoo in the compartment in the bathroom. I was not planning on using it just wanted to see how far she wanted to take it. I poured it into the sink and it stank of bleach.

Since then a lot of shit has gone on, mostly from me, but in no way do I feel any sympathy or remorse.

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she's a fucking devil, I thought she was cool, lol everyone thinks she is okay

as for the bleach, don't know why I didn't take it as a big deal, was just glad it meant I didn't have to hold back

may be evil but tonight I play songs about fathers aloud

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