23/04/2026
19,F
I moved into a share house with two women in their 40s… and they tried to get me kicked out.
At first, everything was fine.
Then suddenly, they started complaining to the landlord about me.
Saying I was messy.
That I never cleaned.
That I was leaving the place disgusting.
Which made NO sense… because I was actually trying really hard to keep everything spotless.
But it didn’t matter.
The complaints got so bad, my landlord started doing weekly inspections.
Every single time?
Nothing was wrong.
Still… they kept reporting me.
So finally I said,
“Can you ask them for proof? Like photos?”
And my landlord actually did.
A few days later, they called me… and said,
“Yeah… we’ve seen the photos. This is just… nothing.”
Turns out the “mess” was like… one dish in the sink.
A crumb on the bench.
After that?
No more complaints.
No more inspections.
Because the second they had to prove it…
They couldn’t.