The story of Eric
Trip Start Apr 14, 2012
2Trip End Aug 31, 2012
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I rented out both the condos, and moved into a house on Craig Henry Dr. that I thought was going to be at worst, tolerable. Turns out my roommate was batshit crazy and couldn't handle a few dishes in the sink or perhaps (more likely) the fact that I was single and didn't want to have sex with him. Ever. In my life. Period. No exceptions.
You see, he's not allowed to see one of his own children because of violence and he confessed to me that he was in some sort of anger management program.
Girls, is this a red flag or not? Yes, I think it is.
Eventually, he found a fat ass, disgusting, stupid face, girlfriend, and I found a moderately cool, cute, skateboarder boyfriend. As you could have probably predicted, the problems that he had with me escalated as of that point.
Every day it seemed there was a new problem that he had to discuss with me.
He'd throw my dishes around the house, if I didn't wash them five seconds after I used them. He'd throw other people's clothes in the garbage if they didn't take them out of the dryer fast enough. Sometimes, I'd be afraid to leave my room, because he was yelling at his son (who he only sees half the time and sometimes forces him to sleep on the pullout couch in the living room) and I was afraid to get caught in the crossfire, or afraid he'd start yelling at me too for some reason.
One day, I left to house sit for Aksana in Gatineau and didn't tell him. After about 10 days without going home, he emailed me right around Christmas time, saying "Get your shit out of my house in two days or else". Wait a minute, I paid for the whole month of January already, you can't do that. Oh yes he can.
I of course, did not sign any sort of lease, and was paying him cash, so I had no way of proving anything. You see, the room was so cheap, that I agreed to a whole host of crazy circumstances.
So I emailed back, "Yes, of course, no problem. Just give me the money back for the rest of the month." He then sent me a cryptic message, which didn't specify whether he would exactly give it back or not. So whatever, I can't do anything about the money, I just have to get out.
I go over there and everything is ready to go, lined up nicely in the hallway, but Eric still hasn't given me any money back. It's about 11 p.m. and I ask him where it is, and why he can't get it from the bank. "IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE LOUISE!" he yells at me. Oh, why not? Because you spend it all on insane amounts of drugs every weekend? And this is not libellous because I smelled the pot smoke permeating the house every Saturday and Sunday morning after coming home from work.
He says that "some people" are coming to bring him the money in just a few moments. I should wait for them, and then I will get it back. So, I plop down on the couch and do not move any more stuff out of the house until they get there.
Eventually, they arrive. Do you know who they are? They are the PEOPLE HE RENTED MY ROOM OUT TO ALREADY! In the middle of the month. They are moving into MY ROOM TWO SECONDS AFTER I AM MOVING OUT. From the living room, I can hear them ask Eric if they can pay him tomorrow. "SHIT NO!" I yell, I'm not leaving until I get the rest of my rent. Eric flippantly tells them to just ignore me and I get up and start following him around the house yelling some more things at him.
Soon, Karl is getting in on it and Eric starts freaking out "I'M HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK" he yells. Karl gets all excited because who doesn't want to see Eric have an anxiety attack? And he sort of chases him into the kitchen. At which point, I do not see what happens, but later Karl says that he closed the fridge in Eric's face after he tried to open it as some sort of distraction to rid himself of anxiety. After this incident, Eric promptly announces he is calling the police! Karl and I are like "YES PLEASE CALL THE POLICE!" I dunno I guess he thought I was scared of the police or something? So I called his bluff, the police come, and I tell them the story about how I think Eric probably thought I had just left all my stuff there and skipped town. The cops understand and make Eric pay me back the rest of my rent, which was only $200 or so, but it was the principle of the thing, you see.
So, a few weeks earlier, one of my students, who is a funny muslim lady, asked if I would move in with her, for free, in exchange for teaching her English. I brought my stuff over there, just happy to be out of the cold in January.