When strangers share a house, problems can happen. I wrote about how kind my flatmates were on the post. However, I argued with basically one of them and finally, I left the house. What I’m going to describe here is my version of the story. You can check out the previous story here.
My flatmates were nice
I was a border of an old couple in the heart of Auckland City. I could easily access Queen Street, the biggest street there I believe. I could go to shops like grocery stores(I showed grocery stores in Auckland City here) within walking distance. I paid only 200 NZD rent per week including bill payment, which was extremely reasonable for its location. I didn’t have to buy and prepare cookware and bedding because they did prepare. The bed was soft and comfortable to sleep in. I could sleep well. They even allow me to use their bicycle.
I landed in Auckland at midnight and they served dinner and breakfast. They sometimes gave me food. They helped me to get a SIM card for my phone.
Something were getting wrong little by little
I’m somehow to blame regarding what I’m writing about in this section. The first crack between us emerged on the next day of my stay if I remember correctly. The wife suggested that she cook for me, but I needed to pay extra money. I wanted to shop and cook at a completely unfamiliar place(I like cooking and have a YouTube channel about it). I said no. I heard her cry in their room with the husband and she was disappointed about not getting extra money from me. She said to me that they were not after money. I felt like she fed me because she wanted to convince me though she said nothing. I was determined and never changed my mind. I guess it was irritating for her Her food was amazing and gave me a glimpse of her country’s food. I appreciate it.
She was trying to get a job, but she didn’t. I got a job soon and continued to work although my English was not good. I think she was jealous. Our roster came out every week and I happened to get a day off one day when I was on before, you asked me kind of happily why I didn’t go to work. You wanted me to be fired.
On weekdays, the husband left the house very early in the morning for work and I was alone with her there. I usually went to work way earlier than I should have done just because I wanted to speak English at a nearby plaza. I hesitated to speak loudly in the house because the walls of my room were not thick. The plaza was large and not crowded. However, I could tell she took it wrong and thought I avoided her. Shortly after I left home every day, she messaged me and blamed me for trivial mistakes I made at the flat. She said I left the kitchen and the toilet dirty a little bit, forgot to put away dishes, I didn’t put back shoes in her way, whatever. They were definitely my fault, but I felt that she just wanted to annoy me. She sometimes forgot to do those as well.
I wanted to say sorry, but you blamed me in person, too with an accusation.
Their stuff went missing and I was suspected
She was gradually getting frustrated. The husband seemed kind to me, but he was kind of obedient to her. He ended up silent about what she had done. I guess he was convinced because of the following things. There were only 3 people in the apartment. there was a strong bond between them, so when something happened and he said it was not him, she would think I had caused that.
First, I was blamed for a broken vacuum cleaner. I didn’t use it after she used it last and when she tried to use it, it got broken. I swear I didn’t even touch the cleaner.
Second, a capsicum in the shared fridge went missing and I was blamed. It was not me. I had never used your stuff without telling you.
Thirdly, as far as I can remember, their saucer, plates, and glasses went missing. She suspected me that I broke them and threw them away behind their back. I had nothing to do with them.
She was constantly messaging me or talking to me and trying to make me confirm I did those things. I can understand your point because your husband said he didn’t do that and you didn’t either. But, I swear I didn’t unless I have another personality.
I left the flat
I talked about the situation with my manager almost daily. I don’t think he trusted me even though he said he did. He asked me to show him messages between me and the wife. He just wanted to think I was naughty and a liar. I don’t know why but a lot of people in New Zealand didn’t trust me. However, my manager suggested moving out of their flat and into his house. I was stressed with the wife and decided to live with him. Thanks.
I got carton boxes and containers from our restaurant and packed them with my stuff. I was grateful to the husband.
The new home was within a stone’s throw of the previous stay. The rent was 220 NZD which later changed to 250 including bill. It was still so cheap. I didn’t have my own room but a space compartmented with a partition. The bed was not as good as the former one. I needed to buy cookware. This is usual in New Zealand flat share. The former stay was too good at this point.
I was free from one big stress. I was kind of relieved. I had lived with the couple for about 6 months.
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