I'll share another awkward story from my messed up life. I spent a summer in Stockholm, and I hired a room as a lodger for three months. The landlady was in her late forties, she had rooms empty because her children had moved abroad. She seemed nice and had a wonderful yellow lab that she couldn't take on walks because of a bad hip, so I got the room cheaply in exchange for walking the dog every day. I love animals and walks. This was a great deal for me. What I didn't know when I moved in was that she was an alcoholic, but she only drank in periods. Everything was fine for a few weeks, then she started drinking. Heavily. She went from being the perfect landlady to a drunken mess, shouting and dancing to loud music in the middle of the night, walked around wasted and naked in an open bathrobe, she stopped paying the bills so our Internet got cut off, you get the picture. And like a proper alcoholic, she denied everything so that it was impossible to confront her when she messed up. The contract was for three months, I had nowhere else to go, and I needed to stay to get my safety deposit back. After about a month and a half, things started to get really creepy. She missed her children very much, and started treating me like some sort of surrogate son. She came into my room in the mornings drunk, without knocking, with pancakes and folded laundry that she had taken from my room during the night. She showed me family pictures, cried a lot and wanted to hug me. Needless to say, I spent as little time at home as possible...
Then things turned from bad to worse. She had been to Trinidad and Tobago in the autumn and met a nice gentleman there. They had kept in touch and now he flew all the way to Stockholm to spend time with her. When he got there, it was the last month of me staying there, and her drinking had reached a magical climax. She was wasted from morning to night. Not a happy kind of wasted, a drooling, suicidal dipsomania. She had been sober when he met her, and he had no idea. He was shocked and desperate, managed to convince her to go to rehab, but she checked herself out the next day. The night after her one day long rehab experience, she got so drunk that when she tried to dance with herself to horrible macarena music, her usual routine, she fell and broke her nose. Her boyfriend woke me up by knocking frantically on my door, shouting in English that he didn't know the number to the ambulance. I went out and she was crawling around, alcohol poisoned and confused, gushing blood from the nose, naked in an open bathrobe, with the foreign guy screaming frantically and the yellow lab walking around, wagging his tail, licking up blood. I had just woken up and this is probably the most fucked up thing I've seen. I called an ambulance, when it left I went back to sleep, only to be woken up at 6 AM again. It was the boyfriend who begged me to call a cab for him since he didn't speak Swedish. I didn't want to get involved, but to get rid of him I called the cab. At 8 AM, she came home from the hospital and walked around the flat for an hour wailing frantically, "he's gone, he's gone!"
The end of the story is that when I moved out, to my surprise, she gave me back my safety deposit. She had decided to go to Trinidad & Tobago to hunt him down. I had assumed that she'd spent it all on booze and spontaneous trans-Atlantic plane tickets. The day I moved out, I found out the real story. She was out, I was packing, someone knocked on the door and a very scary guy with a shaved head and too many muscles stood there. He wondered where the fuck she was. Apparently, she'd rented out the flat for the next few months, not only to one person but to at least two different people. The scary guy's sister had payed 1000 euro in advance as a safety deposit and she never got the keys. She was leaving the country and was signing anything, scamming people. I rang my friend who was gonna help me move, told him to come immediately and got the fuck out before she got home. I'd had enough at that point and did not want to get involved. I still feel guilty for leaving with my safety deposit because that money was probably stolen, but it was all I had to live on the next few months.
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