Chapter Fourteen: My Landlord, The Douchebag

Once I had packed all my belongings in my friend's car with the help and assistance of my friend and girlfriend at the time, we made our way to my new place which luckily for us was only a five to ten minute drive from my friend's place. When we arrived at my new place our first stop was the main office to sign some paperwork and get the keys to my place. Once handed the keys we made way for my new unit and began moving my belongings from my friend's car to my new place. As soon as my shit was moved into my apartment, my friends and partner at the time said their goodbyes and I made my way back to my unit to start moving things around and started settling in. After I had set up the place to my liking, I decided to go and explore my new area and familiarise myself with it. I walked around the precinct and sussed it out. I maintained contact with my friends who lived a few minutes away as well as my partner who I was with at the time of these events. My partner eventually got the paperwork that was required that she had to fill in before moving into my apartment with me. Once she got the papers she immediately filled them and within a few days handed them back in. She had to wait around the same amount of time I did before eventually finding out whether or not she was approved. But time flew by and before we knew it we got confirmation that she had been approved and so she began packing up her belongings and made her way to the apartment. Weeks had passed since I moved in and I had started to realise the landlord was kind of a fucking douchebag. Things between my girlfriend and I began getting heated, we started fighting constantly and she eventually stated that the person who she fell in love with was gone, it was like the person she met had changed completely and to her who I was was completely different. Her and I were in an open relationship (polyamourus) and her other girlfriend became the main dish, the main girlfriend and I became the side dish, the girlfriend on the side all because my partner who moved in with me had been showing our other girlfriend her rings and was trying them on the other girlfriend when one of the rings actually fit the other girlfriend and the partner who moved in with me said that the other girlfriend could keep it and her (the now main girlfriend who took my place) was so fucking stupid and thought the girlfriend that moved in with me was proposing to her and the girl that moved in with me stupidly admitted that she was and they became engaged needless to say the girl who moved in with me and myself also were engaged. But anyways moving on from that headfuck I ended up proposing to one of my other girlfriends (oh, wait the headfuck continues. Nevermind) and she she yes but she (my other girlfriend) wanted a closed relationship with just her and I but I already lost the girl that moved in with me over falling into a closed relationship but I could not bring myself to break up with my other other girlfriend who lived back in South Australia so my other girlfriend and I came to an agreement and resumed the open relationship just there were now only two people I was dating but eventually things between my other other girlfriend in South Australia got heated as she revealed her true colours and said some transphobic things towards me so I had to just cut her off completely and then there was the final one, the last one standing and we remained together until we went public on socials and I got attacked by her family and was deemed a slut because of having multiple girlfriends in an agreed open relationship and that forced me to end things with the last one standing because she stood up for her family saying I was abusing them when how could I? Her mother and sister blocked me straight away after they had sent their messages. You can't reply to someone who's blocked you! And then I was single, once again. I remained in this status for a while. And just when I had thought that things could not get worse,  they did get worse. My douchebag of landlord had evicted me due to the extensive amount of property damage perpetrated by non other than myself and I am so fucking not proud of it and have certainly learnt my lesson. For the remainder of my time in the place I was in and out of hospital. Oh, and I got a cat to comfort me as I was getting rather lonely when my ex who lived with me moved out and fucked off with their other misses who to this day are still not married yet but I could not fucking give a shit. So yeah, because my idiot self thought: "Well I have basically just been evicted from my place so the rule book doesn't apply to me anymore," so my lonely yet sadly very depressed self went on gumtree and got a cat named Kayle when my former landlord found out, he wasn't impressed but I didn't care because I was under the impression the rules no longer applied to me and I was lonely and fucking depressed so the douchebag can bite me for all I care. But because I was frantically searching for somewhere to live and getting abs-fucking-lutely nowhere I had almost given up hope when suddenly a random google search made me stumble upon an NDIS funded SIL accommodation and so I showed my support coordinator and she got in contact with them and just like that I had somewhere to live so now I could kick back and relax and wait for my final days to be over before I moving day arrived which wasn't long but still. I enjoyed my time living here but most certainly did not enjoy my douchebag of a landlord.