There’s been a couple of things happen that have not endeared Lodger.
Pottery Barn is coming to Australia .... heard this while Lodger and I were watching the news. I was about to say that it looked like PB could have some nice things at decent prices, when Lodger cut me off with a comment saying she was a tightwad and wouldn’t pay more than $2 for the item being shown on the news story. That’s OK, her choice. Then she goes on saying she tries to pay as little as possible for everything, again her choice. This discussion diverges to the point where I suddenly realise that Lodger wasn’t as short on funds as she intimated at our first meeting. Silly me for falling for that and not staying firm on what I wanted for room and not being firm on a bond being required. I truly don’t think that Lodger realises what she accidently let slip there.
The following evening I dropped my indoor plant that I was taking back inside from the front porth. Broken pot and potting mix everywhere at front door and close to Lodger bedroom door. Lodger opens her door and crossly says she was trying to sleep. It was 5pm, by the way. I was surprised by her manner and mumbled that I was sorry. Lodger called me a few choice names and slammed her door shut. I yelled (as in talked loudly rather than angrily, even thought I was) and said that I was sorry that I woke her and in future I would not tolerate being spoken to in those words, especially as it was an accident. Her reply was not polite, so I said she had 24hrs to apologise. Snarky reply from her and I repeated that she had 24hrs.
Lodger always cooks her dinner earlier than I do. But at 6pm as she was still in her room I presumed she was sleeping and cooked mine. My meal was cooking and I popped away from kitchen to use the bathroom, came back to find that Lodger had taken over the kitchen and stove, never said a word to me. The kitchen is not built for two cooks.
I went to my bedroom and counted to 10 before confronting Lodger. I’m glad I did so, by taking extra time to think what I wanted to say to her had me realising that something had been ‘off’ with Lodger for a week or more and my gut told me something was bothering her. I returned to the kitchen and sternly said that I wanted to talk with her after we both had eaten.
Long story short (ha ha) Lodger’s father was being a downright jerk and the kicker .... Lodger’s new boyfriend had stopped phoning nor returning her calls and she was blaming me. Apparently, he did not want to do the extra driving required to meet up with her and had cooled. Therefore, my fault because I did not agree to have him sleep-over during the week. I sympathised with her problems and when she stopped crying I asked her how she felt about living in my house. At this point, I’d had enough attitude, and was considering giving her notice to move out, but felt like I would be kicking her while she was down. That’s not a good feeling at all.
Lodger wants to stay and after some probing from me, admitted to being angry and trying to p.i.s.s. me off because of the boyfriend situation. I told her that I was far from happy with her behaviour and that I would think over whether or not she could stay and give my decision on Sunday night. Monday is the start of a new payment cycle; therefore, if I give her 2 weeks notice on Sunday night, it is simple to work out the finances. And, I think it will be a good lesson letting Lodger sweat for a few days while she waits my decision.