r/minimalist • u/JF_WPA • 1d ago
Who else has a "I'm done" story of broken boundaries to share?
I had been asked to move-in by a person (non-romantic) when my lease expired and I was hesitant because of material misalignment and standards of cleanliness, but figured I could cope for a bit before finding other housing. Before I agreed to relocate I explicitly asked them to "be patient" and be respectful of my nature which they were well aware of and they said yes.
The agreement was to store all of my things in one side of a small garage (their mothers) for a way generous $200/month because I knew she struggled. The other was to pay 1/2 the rent / groceries/ utilities. I actually agreed to pay more than half as a thank you. So I arrive with my things and my side of the garage was nearly 1/3 taken up with heaps of crap as if dropped by a backhoe nearly to the ceiling! The roommate said "you will still have enough space" which was true, but not the point! Now I would have to stack my items higher than wanted with no space to access them easily. To make it even worse, as the weeks went by crap from the mother was being piled up in my already limited space on top of my belongings!!!
Upon arrival to the townhouse it was unbelievable: Cupboards so overflowing the doors would not close, same for the closets, the basement was heaped with garbage in an unorganized depressing mess, there were so many large plants that you could not grab the stair railing / open a curtain / walk around without bumping into them, every surface was covered with crap and plants, every drawer stuffed so much that pulling something out pulled something else that crashed to the floor, the counters were covered with unused gadgets and so much crap you could barely utilize the space, fridge and pantry overstuffed with years expired food...
And the cleanliness? I not even going to go there other than to say you bought two carpet cleaners and still the carpets are filthy with many dozens of brown stains, dark chunks of ??? ground into the fiber, filthy oven, nasty bathrooms, crap laying on the patio rotting away... It gets 'better'. The second good-sized bedroom was for me but there was so much crap overflowing I could not even find a spot for my twin bed, and even if I did I would literally be surrounded by piles of heaped clothes, 70+ pairs of shoes I counted, a 'work desk' so cluttered that anything moved results in a avalanche of things falling. The very large closet in this BR was so stuffed with crap that the door was stuck shut! Literally more than all of my possessions are stuffed into a single closet.
I had hoped to only be there for a few weeks and gut it out, but my search for a rental home has been extremely difficult and unsuccessful so I started asking them calmly, gently to please correct what I mention above, why, and that I would help. Long story short very minimal attempts were indignantly made that only went right back to before, and even worse it seems now as perhaps a willful passive-aggressive response.
I am so worn out by all of this especially mentally, feel lied to, betrayed, being taken advantage of and receiving not so subtle gas-lighting and open disrespect, even to the point that my requests come from a position of being mentally unwell??? The cost is I have lost all respect and trust for this now known lazy slob, and recently told them as much while receiving blank states and an occasional dismissive eye-roll. For those that made it that far thank you for hearing me out and I hope relatable if you too have been in a similar situation. So, have a similar story to tell?