For the past three weeks, after I've left my car in the Lower Duck University parking lot, I've come back from my classes only to be greeted by Danny DeVito's face all over it.
Yes I know it's partly my fault for mentioning (to an extent) that I may have a crush on him after a few glasses of pink gin at the Black Horse Pub but that hardly warrants this.
I've sent it to be recoated at Mike's Car Repair but I need to know that this will not happen again.
I cannot drive around town in that car AGAIN. I mean the stares that have followed me, the whispers.
Whoever it is please, whatever have I ever done to you.
Over the course of the last 12 years I (31f) have collected vinyls for my record player. I had well over 400 vinyls when I met my current BF. We have been together for almost a year and a half.
Due to his living situation he asked if I could take in his dog for the time being. I told him no, absolutely not. I dont like caring for animals. I like them! I just dont want to be responsible for them considering my extremely demanding work schedule (70+ hours a week as a RN). It was at this point that he suggested moving in with me, with his dog. We had plans to in the future anyways so I figured why not? BUT I made my rules very clear. The dog was not allowed on my bed, the dog was 100% his responsibility and no one was allowed in my office; as that is my space and my space only. He agreed.
The dog is a 7yo German Shepard/Pitbull mix. Overall a pretty good boy. The only complaint I have is that he chews on everything.. so while I could get past the fact that the little shit has destroyed my very expensive medical grade shoes (which I put up high thinking he couldnt reach; on top of my entertainment center no less), as well as my pantry door, I can NOT get over the fact that the dog got into MY office (where no one is allowed) and destroyed more than 1/3 of my vinyl collection. This means that my BF physically broke my rules and opened my locked office and then allowed his dog to destroy my shit due to his own negligence and overstep.
Now he claims he has no idea how the dog got into my locked office. Problem is that you need a key to unlock that door. A key that went "missing" 2 weeks ago when I tried to get in (the day after he moved in). My BF claimed I misplaced it. Which is odd considering I have OCD and literally check a million times that I've locked the door and put the key in the right spot and know for a fact that I did not misplace it. I thought my mom took it, who came for a visit around the time of its disappearance. But low and behold my office door got unlocked while he was the only one home and now my shits destroyed.
Anyways, I handed him a bill of $628.77. On that bill I attached the receipts for the vinyls his dog destroyed and told him that I expect to be paid back at his earliest convenience. Which is doable because he has a full time job and lives with me for free currently. Granted hes only been here two weeks and bills arent due yet. He told me I was an AH and that I knew how his dog was and that if I ever planned to really live wi... keep reading on reddit ➡