Now this is going to be a rant full of cursing and being annoyed but this the only site I know I can rant on without my roommate or anyone who knows her would see it... So here we go:
In October I moved to Berlin. Oh, glorious days they've been... Partying, studying, meeting tons of new people and just being a carefree student. I got along with my roommate very well. Same age, both gamers, bad at cooking... what's not to like one'd think? I mean I did already feel that she was more the stable... let's say bourgeios, girl-next-door type. But I thought it might be nice to live with someone like that rather than an artsy dartsy person like me because usually two of that kind don't mingle well together for too long. Anyway, months passed by and everything was fine... I got to know her parents and they actually seemed really chill and I got to like them and they always acted like buddies towards me.
It started all when my bipolar disorder showed and I went into a pretty depressed state (I told her about it before though). I stayed in my room, got drunk alone occasionally on weekends. She apparently told her parents.. which in itself was just a stupid thing to do. Parents worry too much when it comes to their kids. While I know that my behavior during those days to months isn't great.. I never involved her. My depressed phase passed and I went back to my bubbly, happy self. Which was apparently too late. Nobody acted differently towards me than before though. Just normal... so I thought they'd accepted it. Oh, how wrong I was. So with what followed after that it really felt like a stab in the back. With my mental problems I usually encounter three kinds of people: Those who are afraid of me, those who are fascinated/interested in learning more about ir and those who pity me. Last one being my least favourite. Her parents were a new kind. Those who dislike you for it. Well, soon enough I noticed that my roommate started distancing herself from myself and started behaving differently. I didn't think much of it. People change... And then last week she confronted me with the fact that I no longer could live with her because her parents refused to keep the rental guarantee for me. Now, my mum doesn't work at all and my Dad lives in Russia. It's pretty hard for me to set up a rental guarantee. And they know it. That's why I asked them to take care of it for me in the first place. They agreed... and now? Their reasoning was that I paid my rent too late each month. I was told in the beginning that I would have to pay it "in the beginning of every month". And so I did. It was always paid until the 5th or even before the month even began. I was never told to pay it EVERY time on the 1st nor was a contract set up So I sensed some BS there. They know how hard it would be for me to find a new place. They knew I depended on that rental guarantee. They borrowed my fucking ladder when my roommate's sister moved in next door. I was good enough for that, eh? Now me and my cat could be homeless within a few weeks. I will never in hell find a place in a metropolis like Berlin that a) is cheap enough b)allows pets c) has noone else living in it.. I was done with roomatin' and d) most importantly would let me live there without rental guarantee. I'd have to ask my dad to send his data (which is all in Russian), so I'd have to hire a translator to translate it (you can't do it yourself since you could things there that don't exist in the original), which costs roughly 150$. Like seriously guys? I then offered them to pay for 4 months in advance... so they wouldn't have to worry at all. Then they said that they didn't want to take responsibility if something happened to me. I have a light case of bipolarity. I'm not mentally confused nor disabled. I take care of myself and take full responsibility and pride in what I do. And I'm insured. That's what old people care about, sin't it? I sure as hell won't move out. I know that the next 5 months will be hell and like living alone... I don't feel like simply ignoring the fact that my roommate didn't step up for me at all. Thought we're "friends". In October I'll probably depart from my love Berlin to a smaller city. Because there people actually work their way without the whole rental guarantee. Like, you know... : People with actual common sense. You pay, you stay. You don't, you leave. I will miss Berlin and curse the fact that I'll leave right before the MMC (Mega Manga Convention Berlin)... but well. Life's sometimes a hard pill to swallow. However, dear parents, who probably just try to throw me out because you dislike me: Fuck You. Very much.