Hey everyone! Today Jenny tell her story. "Anyway, it all started in a trivial way. No intrigue or something. I moved in another city to study. My ‘rents bought me an apartment. They solemnly handed me over the keys. And they asked me not to throw stormy parties there. Later on I met Alex. Well, we were at school together. He seemed to be a pretty good guy to talk to… And eventually he became my boyfriend.
About six months later we decided to move in together. He was local, but he lived with his parents. So, we decided at once we need to know each other better. At the beginning living together was just fine – we had fun, we had a romantic weekend with a warm blanket, movies and pizza. We studied and prepared our homework in the evenings together. Anyway, we just lived on and grinded at college.
But Alex felt a little uncomfortable. Because… well, the apartment was mine. The things were also mine. He was used to his room, where he was on his own. So he tried to get used to it for a long time. I myself kept reminding him that my home was his home too. We were together like a family. My mom gave me good advice - no need to hurry. I needed first to test Alex in the daily life. So, he got an «A» for his first test. I did not have any reasons for concern. It all went smooth… until I met his friends.
It all started with Alex’s birthday party. It was clear we celebrated it at home. My flat was spacious, plus and I cook brilliantly - like in a restaurant. Therefore, we arranged a date and called a small crowd of 15 people. They stayed at the party too long. I already wanted to throw them all out, but Alex somehow persuaded me to leave everyone for the night. I agreed.
In the morning everyone left, and Alex himself cleaned up the flat after the party. But in fact, this party wasn't over. That same night, this company were hanging out in my apartment again! I came back from my part-time job and I got totally stunned from the shrieks of some individuals. Plus, I needed to urgently get down to cooking for this entire army. Naturally, I sent them all to hell. I locked himself in the bedroom, asking Alex not to make any noise. At midnight I simply sent them all out.
Alex kinda apologised. But these parties started repeating once a week. And it was angry me, some ill-bred guys and empty refrigerator all the time. I didn’t have much free time - I studied, I earned money, and I preferred to cook in advance for a few days. Such raids deprived me of my deserved rest, plus they cost a red penny (try yourself to feed a crowd of 16 guys). Naturally, no one paid me off and no one was going to compensate me the damaged fridge.
I freaked out and went home to my parents for a week. But before I asked Alex to do something about his party-friends. I totally forbade him to invite any of them. But on my return I found a surprise. A strange guy was sleeping on my favourite couch, wearing only underpants.
I immediately dragged Alex out of the college and asked for the explanations. The owner of a fantastic underwear with a small hole woke up by this time and asked me for breakfast. That totally drove me crazy, so that I washed all his brains out. Alex tried to excuse him. Like, he was just for one day. It was his friend, Michael, (the owner of the gorgeous underwear) and he had no place to live. To my reasonable question why it was impossible to go to Alex’s place, they said Michael didn’t get along well with Alex's mom.
Honestly, I wanted to throw them out both. But I thought that the exhibitionist wouldn’t cause any damage staying just over one night. I felt sorry for him because it was winter and it was too cold to stay outside. As it turned out, it was my mistake. One night turned into a full week, and then in a month. All this time I tried to endure this. I constantly reminded myself I should be compassionate to others. But Michael made some indecent comments and constantly demanded to eat. He was frankly rude and did not know how to use the flush button in the toilet. When I complained, he asked Alex «to be a man and finally shut up this woman». I threw his things on the staircase".
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