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My boyfriend and I rented a room from an elderly woman and she made our lives a nightmare – Story of the Day 

Have you ever thought that moving in with your significant other would be the final step in your relationship, only for it to unravel before your eyes?

What if the dream house you happily started your life in quickly turns into a nightmare? That’s exactly what happened to me when I moved in with my friend Michael and rented a room from an elderly woman who seemed harmless at first.

However, strange things soon began to happen. Landlady Jeanette began to make my life unbearable and my relationship with Michael began to spiral out of control. What started as an innocent new chapter in our lives quickly turned into an unexpected and toxic trial. Here’s how it all went wrong… I thought moving in with my boyfriend would be a dream come true. We finally found a place to call our own, renting a room in an elderly woman’s house. 

At first, t everything seemed perfect. But as time went on things took a dark turn and the landlady made our lives a living nightmare. Michael and I were exhausted after moving all our boxes into our new room. It was hard to believe that we were finally starting our own life together. We had e just graduated, but it felt like we had packed our whole lives into these boxes. Michael had doubts about our decision at first. “How can we afford it?” he asked often. And honestly, he was right – the money didn’t magically appear when we had the degrees.

After some searching, Michael found us a room to rent in the house of a woman named Jeanette. It wasn’t the dream house we were hoping for, but it was affordable. 

Jeanette was exactly what you would imagine an older woman to be. Her living room was filled with yarn, knitting needles, and an array of old figurines. The kitchen always smelled of freshly baked cookies. It wasn’t glamorous, but having my own place meant everything to me. I noticed Michael looking around with a thoughtful expression. I smiled. “See? We did it. It wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” He crossed his arms and frowned. “I’m still not sure if this is a good idea. 

We’ve only been together for three years.” “Three years is a long time,” I retorted. “Some people get married in less time. Some even have children.” 

Michael shook his head. “That doesn’t mean it’s right for us. I stared at him in disappointment. “What do you think will go wrong?” “I don’t know,” he said, looking around the room. “I just have a feeling you’re going to regret it. I crossed my arms to match his stance. “Trust me, you’ll see it was a good idea.” After unpacking, we collapsed into bed, too tired to even think about dinner.

“Let’s order takeout,” I suggested. Michael took out his phone to order a pizza. While we were waiting, someone knocked on the door. Before we could answer, Jeanette walked right in, wearing an apron and carrying a plate of food. “I made dinner to celebrate your move-in!” she announced. “Oh… thank you, that’s really nice of you,” I stammered, “but we already ordered pizza.” Her smile disappeared and she sighed, looking disappointed. “Oh, that’s a shame. I’ve been cooking all afternoon.” I looked at Michael, hoping he would help me diffuse the situation. Finally, he whispered, “Let’s eat with her. There’s no point in fighting.” “Everything is a bad idea for you,” I mumbled.

“She’ll be upset if we don’t eat with her,” he whispered again. “Fine,” I sighed. “We will eat with you, Jeanette.

Jeanette beamed and then turned to me with a sly smile. “Your girlfriend… isn’t that nice,” she muttered under her breath. “What?” I blinked, unsure if I had heard her correctly. “I said your girlfriend is very nice,” she said, smiling sweetly again.

We were sitting at the table and I couldn’t help but stare at the cold pizza on the windowsill. I sighed and looked at the food Jeanette had prepared. It looked disgusting – the sauce was a strange color and the vegetables were mushy. Jeanette sat across from us, staring at me, waiting for me to bite. Michael had already started eating and pretended everything was fine. Reluctantly, I picked up my fork and tasted the food. It was terrible. My stomach clenched and I fought the urge to spit it out. I swallowed hoping I could handle the food. “

Mmm… it’s delicious,” I lied, trying to force a smile. I quickly grabbed a glass and drank some water to wash away the horrible taste. Jeanette’s eyes lit up. “I’m so glad you like it!” she said, smiling at me like a hawk. I shifted uncomfortably. “What?” I asked, hoping he would stop staring. “Keep eating,” she urged him in a cold challenging voice. I looked at Michael to help me, but he was eating calmly as if everything was fine. I took another bite and pushed the food down. Soon I began to feel a strange burning sensation in my throat.

My mouth started to tingle and it became harder to breathe. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Is there soy in it?” I managed to grunt, trying to get enough air. 

Jeanette smiled, pleased with herself. “Yes, I added soy sauce to the sauce. It gives it flavor.” I froze. “I told you I’m allergic to soy!” I gasped and panic rose in my chest. “I have to go to the hospital!” Jeanette looked sincere and repeated, “I’m so sorry! I forgot about your allergy!” But her apologies didn’t help. My throat tightened and I almost couldn’t breathe.

Desperately, I turned to Michael. “I need help! Take me to the hospital immediately!” He sighed reluctantly. “Can’t you go alone? I plan to play with my friends.” “I could die!” I screamed and panicked. “Okay, okay,” he grunted, finally getting up to help. In the hospital, the doctors treated me quickly and I was able to breathe again.

But the whole situation left me angry and exhausted. This is not how I imagined our new life together. I finally confronted Michael at Jeanette’s house. “I can’t take it anymore. I don’t like Jeanette. She’s making my life miserable,” I said, the frustration draining from me. 

Michael shrugged. “Then just move out. His indifferent response infuriated me. “No, Michael. We have to find a new place – together.” Over the next two weeks, the situation only worsened. Jeanette made my life unbearable. She would vacuum the hallways at 4 a.m., wake us up with loud noises, and barge into our room whenever she wanted, rummaging through my things and leaving a mess behind.

One day I found my clean clothes thrown on the floor. When I asked her about it, she shrugged, “They were in the way.” It was clear he had no respect for me. While I was in the shower she turned off the hot water and said we need to save money. But she never did when Michael was in the shower. One morning, when she turned off the hot water again, I snapped. I burst into the kitchen, wet and furious. “Why are you doing this?!” I shouted. Jeanette looked confused. “What are you doing dear?” “I’m turning off the hot water!” I shouted. “You never do that when Michael is there!”

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