6/20/2022

So our apartment has been taken over by new owners.  That means that they want us to sign a new lease.  They are raising the rent by $150 and they say we can’t have pets (even though we paid the last landlord a pet deposit).  We have an appointment to go talk to them tomorrow morning.  I won’t sign a lease that says no pets.  N says if they won’t let Dexter stay there that I can take Dexter to my mom’s.  Um.  No.  He asked if I wanted to be there if my cat wasn’t there.  I said no.  He asked if I would really pick a cat over him.  I didn’t respond, I changed the subject.  I won’t answer that outright until I have to.  IF they won’t let us keep Dexter, then yes, I WILL choose my cat over a selfish dick-head.  My cat has never yelled at me or treated me like shit.  So it’s pretty much a no-brainer here.  How he thinks it’s even really a real choice for me is beyond delusional.

I accidently knocked his laptop to the floor the other day.  I was leaving to go to work and I left my phone in the apartment.  I realized this once I got to the car.  I ran back inside, and it was so dark in the apartment after being out in the sun, I couldn’t see.  I was trying to be careful, but I still ran into the laptop stand and knocked it over.  I put it back, then grabbed my phone, and ran out the door because I was going to be late for work.  Later than night he yelled about me for about an hour and a half about knocking it over.  There wasn’t even anything wrong with it.  I didn’t break it, it works fine.  I didn’t do it on purpose, but he compared it to me hitting his car and driving off or something.  I said that was such a stretch, and I told him he’s materialistic because he cares more about objects than anyone else’s feelings.  So he just yelled at me forever until I started crying, then he called me a teenager for crying.  He said I shouldn’t cry because I’m an adult.  I called him out for gaslighting.  I said it’s perfectly normal for an adult to cry if they are being treated like shit, and calling me crazy or a child is gaslighting.  Anyway, after all that I don’t see how he could possibly think it’s even a close race between him and my cat.  It never has been, but definitely not now.

So, there’s this girl I used to work with and she’s moving in with her boyfriend.  She asked if I wanted to take over her lease at her apartment.  I told her I probably will.  I will let her know for sure after tomorrow’s meeting with the new greedy-fuck landlords.  And her apartment is really nice AND they allow pets.  If things go how I think they’re going to go, shit is pretty much about to blow up and I’m going to be living in this chick’s apartment with Dexter and leaving this ass-fuck douche-bag by himself.  I’m sick of him and I’m sick of being treated like garbage.  I’m so fucking over all this.  I fucking hate him.