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So we checked maybe 5 houses, and none of them felt right. I started to get a bit frustrated because it was getting close to the end of term/the year and I was worried we wouldn't find a house in time.
If this helps, BMF, exactly the same thing happened to me- with the added bonus of both 1) them not being capable or interested, to any healthy standard, in the house-finding procedure, and then 2) the revelation, after a month and a half of stress and shite, that actually, my equivalent of B had already planned and booked to move in with another group, and that we had been strung along aaaall the fucking time- all the pissing about and looking at houses was done for naught because he was never going to be there anyway.
Neither my B nor any of the, oh, at least three other people who were in a position to tell us the truth did so. Also, I now have an extremely bad rep with the housing agency (because it was me who did the organising, so I get the blame for any fuck-ups in the group). Fucking pathetic.
Add to this the fact that there had been rumours in the air about this which I had decided not to listen to (trusting B rather too much) and the fact that I went out to a bunch of these houses on my own, made lists and took photos. Oh, and the fact that the one time B actually got out and looked at houses, he turned down two properly nice ones because of "all the p*kis around here". Dickhead.
Of course, according to the wider group, it's "all water under the bridge now". Well, no, not really.
So...that was my emotional reaction to your situation. I'll read the whole thread closely again and come up with some advice that doesn't involve acting out scenes from The Soft Machine. |
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