My second apartment with my ex. He picked it out, and he always seems to gravitate towards the shitty places because he’s just a trash human in reality. I even told him I hated it and wanted to look elsewhere and he insisted it was all we could afford, which was false, because he’s a fucking bully and liar. The second bedroom which I used for my office had such ancient linoleum tile for flooring that it ground to pieces under my desk chair. The toilet was so small it was almost unusable, the bathroom had zero outlets, they did not provide kitchen appliances like most do, it was very small, no air conditioning, and the first summer we lived there they decided to replace the balconies so it was even hotter. It had one ancient elevator for the whole building, they locked the laundry room at 6 pm, the closets were tiny, it had mice and a drunken superintendent, and it was just miserable and I hated it. Then we moved up north for my ex’s job, which is a whole other can of worms, and he picked what was largely regarded as the shittiest apartment complex in town, the hallways smelled of cat piss, and people smoked openly in the hallways. The apartment itself inside was ok, it was pretty large and reasonable.
I picked the next place and it was reasonable for us and we had super low rent as we lived there for 10 years. We had to move because my landlord wanted it for his kid and evicted us under the personal use clause, and he ended up picking a place in a neighborhood I loathe, which is renovated and very expensive, at least has a dishwasher and washer and dryer, but we’ve had horrible pest problems, and it’s like 1K more than our last place, but that’s what rent is here. I still live with him because I can’t afford to move out, but I hate it and him; he always has this perverse need to be provocative by picking a place I hate.
My second apartment with my ex. He picked it out, and he always seems to gravitate towards the shitty places because he’s just a trash human in reality. I even told him I hated it and wanted to look elsewhere and he insisted it was all we could afford, which was false, because he’s a fucking bully and liar. The second bedroom which I used for my office had such ancient linoleum tile for flooring that it ground to pieces under my desk chair. The toilet was so small it was almost unusable, the bathroom had zero outlets, they did not provide kitchen appliances like most do, it was very small, no air conditioning, and the first summer we lived there they decided to replace the balconies so it was even hotter. It had one ancient elevator for the whole building, they locked the laundry room at 6 pm, the closets were tiny, it had mice and a drunken superintendent, and it was just miserable and I hated it. Then we moved up north for my ex’s job, which is a whole other can of worms, and he picked what was largely regarded as the shittiest apartment complex in town, the hallways smelled of cat piss, and people smoked openly in the hallways. The apartment itself inside was ok, it was pretty large and reasonable.
I picked the next place and it was reasonable for us and we had super low rent as we lived there for 10 years. We had to move because my landlord wanted it for his kid and evicted us under the personal use clause, and he ended up picking a place in a neighborhood I loathe, which is renovated and very expensive, at least has a dishwasher and washer and dryer, but we’ve had horrible pest problems, and it’s like 1K more than our last place, but that’s what rent is here. I still live with him because I can’t afford to move out, but I hate it and him; he always has this perverse need to be provocative by picking a place I hate.