I was napping, someone knocks like super loud on my door... I go get it, its my fking landlady.
She goes "You haven't left your apartment lately, we're here for an inspection."
Now I was out Wednesday.. so they only put that note on my door YESTERDAY. I didn't go out yesterday.
She looks around and starts complaining how it's not me and mom any more, how I need to do better, that this place no longer needs to look like this.
It looks NOTHING like how it did when mom was alive.
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Is that bad? 2 bags of trash need to go out, which I was going to do tonight because my knee FINALLY stopped hurting.
I couldn't find pics of my apartment from when mom was around. But it was always WAY worse because mom was a hoarder.
She was going on and on about how I didn't need to keep mom's stuff.
Told me to get rid of her CDs and DVDs because "You can download that stuff now" Told me to have a yard sale to get rid of it.
Then she acted like she forgot about the kitten we got before mom died. Told me I was only allowed to have 2 cats. I am NOT getting rid of Zeke. He is OLD, you don't abandon the Elderly.
Then she got on me about some sort of cat smell. Not coming from here. Litter box had been cleaned. There IS a cat smell in the main hallway though, NOT COMING FROM ME! D:< there are 3-4 other apartments cats. Stop blaming me for everything!
Then she threw a hissy fit of some cat puke on the floor. It happened sometime between the time I fed the cats this morning, and when she came in. I didn't know about it because I haven't left my bedroom since this morning!
She started on how she had steam cleaners come 2-3 months ago for my apartment. Um.. no.. That was over a year ago. D:< OVER A YEAR AGO! BEFORE MOM DIED! I remember because a WEEK after they were here, mom's knees gave out on her and she cracked her head open and bled all over that steam cleaned carpet.
She then asked if I was still in counseling, and I said yes and that I started therapy and was diagnosed with PTSD, ADHD, and Agoraphobia on top of Anxiety Disorder and Depression. She goes "Oh, my daughter is agoraphobic." .. I don't believe that.. because if she was, she'd understand just how hard it was to LEAVE to just take trash out! (Bad knees or not) then she assumed my PTSD was from mom dying. No.. my aunts ex boyfriend which is also none of your business.
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