defrauded
well I was 19, and after being married (actually married folks) for about 3 years and having my own house and everything, I went to live in a Welsh town a couple of hundred miles away from where I was from, to get space from my ex.

I was supposed to move in with a friend, who backed out the day before I was meant to move in, and actually turned off his phone and wouldn't leave the house. Turns out he has a mental illness, and actually pervs on kids. I suppose it was a blessing, but then i moved in with this lot.

Went to see the place. Really nice. Sharing it sometimes, but mostly will be alone apparently. Furnished, etc. I did it through a friend, so I gave my deposit and first month cash in hand.

went to move in.

Landlord had moved two Drag Queens into my bedroom (it was the larger one) and put me in a box room for 350.00 a month. Every single night there was a bunch of people in and out the house, and turns out they were dealing and also stealing from me. My passport went missing along with clothes, money, etc.

Within a week, it turned out he was a major drug addict and thief, and it turned out that he wasn't even the owner of the flat.

I came home on the Friday after work (after moving in on the monday) and the real landlord had turned up - changed the locks, and put everything I owned into the back of a van. I was hundreds of miles away from my 'home' I'd left a few weeks earlier.

And my phone battery was dead.

I never got a penny back, and ended up so much in debt with having to fall back on Mr Credit card, that it took nearly 2 years to get back into the black.

I got money back from the Overdraft charges that HSBC gave me when I was having all this crap going on.

To be honest, I'll never live with anyone ever again unless I know them beforehand properly, and even then, I'll be cautious. Landlords aren't out for your best interests.

The next place i moved into cost about the same, but was closer to work. I put my clothes in the washing machine - it ate them. All of my clothes.

The housemates were nicer in the new place, but with lack of money, I didn't have enough money for proper clothes, and was working in a very important business. I am 10 stone now, but I went down to about 7 stone because I couldn't afford to eat.

Bloody hard days.
(livinonaprayer1985, Sun 8 Apr 2007, 11:09, Reply)