The rent was not raised at my request before signing the new one year lease. Imagine the wonder of seeing this bullshit whenever you look outside. My rent should be further reduced. So then why did I take this completely shitty apartment? Divorce. (the bin was last emptied a week ago).
The BIG D
Out of the blue I received a text from the now ex wife stating she wanted out. Fine, your out. My life is better now, thank you. Except for the wonderful home I gave up in Michigan. Needed a place fast, had to grab this shitty view. Marriage sucks, and so do I for being foolish.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been in the main office complaining about this garbage. It will be a beautiful and wondrous day when I can once again have my own home, uncluttered by this festering pile of rot. Thank you, Marriage and thank you, poor apartment management.