We’re good!

We met with out new landlord yesterday signed the lease and dropped off our deposit! We’ve already cleared out the bathroom and started doing the renovations we promised and now we are packing and cleaning the old place back to new. If course, the bitchy landlord who has always hated me (and desperately wants Dayne) tells us that the place needs to be “immaculate” when we leave as it was in “mint condition” when we came here.  Utter bullshit, that is, as this joint was always a piece of crap but whatever. We are already doing more than we should because we like the husband so much so if she tries anything stupid we’ll just have the city inspectors come by and they will be in a world of trouble and hefty fines. We don’t even have a legal water hook up, let alone the  fire and carbon monoxide detectors on every floor that the Canadian landlord tenant act requires. No stress there aside from that which is self imposed (which is more than enough, thank you!). 

The whole thing with the landlord being hot for Dayne over the last eight years has been hilarious. Every time she gets all handsy and giggly of late, we make sure we leave the window open at night and fuck as loud as we possibly can. Because Dayne is a bit of a stallion in the bedroom, these moments can go on for hours and I love to hear her bedroom window slam closed in frustration. Her sex life is mostly a thirty second affair to service her husband so it’s extra fun for me. The day she started blaming me for Colts autism (she insists he’s not actually autistic, just fucked up because I didn’t take him outside enough to when he was little. Seriously. She called me a “bad mother” to my face) I stopped trying to be nice to her, for obvious reasons. 

At one point in time, the husband (who we really like) thought there was something going  down between his wife and Dayne. He was out of work for a couple of months one point so was around the house through they day and his wife was a stay at home type, even through the kids were older. She had come by to ask Dayne for a hand with something in her house…a fuse change or similar. Dayne helped her out and returned to our place where some movement in the back acres caught his eye. The husband, riding a four wheeler at top speed, came furiously bouncing through, screeched to a halt in front of his house and burst through the door leaving the four wheeler running outside. Dayne had already left but heard the ensuing fight about her trying to lure Dayne over. 

“You can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself in front of me, you’re not having him in OUR home when I’m not here!”  He roared. 

I didn’t blame the guy. She is the type to strut around in teenaged style clothes with her 50-some odd year old tits hanging out whenever his friends come by for a beer. She never once tried to hide her desire for Dayne in front of me or otherwise so I was right on board with the husband.  When I was in the darkest part of my battle with depression she doubled her efforts, telling him right up front that he deserved someone better than me. Said I was inside too much, isolated too much. She told Dayne to take Colt and leave me so his could explore other options. It had all the twists of a porno plot. I half expected her to ask him to come fix her jacuzzi tub one day in a silk housecoat. 

Oh the hardship of being with a handsome guy. Lol 

Anyway. Onto bigger and better things. I will be glad to never see that woman again in my life. It’s been a hard 8 years, being polite and kind to her.  I hate having tension in my home because of the people who I live around so I kept the peace as much as possible. Now, I get to stop caring and it feels so freeing.  I think I will set up a night of steamy romance with Dayne soon as a parting gift to her…lol. Something to remember us by. šŸ˜‰ 


About Grainne

My name is Grainne. This blog has been with me for years now and has served as a journal, a confessional, an outlet and a place for me to create and express my love of life. Thank you for stopping by and for becoming a part of this life long journey of mine. I appreciate every single one of you who takes the time to do so. :)

2 responses to “We’re good!”

  1. Birdie says :

    I knew you were Canadian but have you mentioned what province you are in? If you don’t want to that is fine. šŸ™‚
    If she wants it immaculate she can bloody well clean it herself. I am sure her husband doesn’t care all that much. My guess is the daughter will move in and stay about a year then leave. Too bad for them for getting rid of good tenants. .

  2. The Sound of Ed's Voice says :

    Hahahah omg that is SO something I would do!! Bang with the window wide open!! Get it girl!! She probably gets off to that. Ahhhh hahahah!! Awesome!

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