Karl, the landlord that I can't stand (from the place we are moving out of) just wrote an email to me about how frustrated he is with us.
I wrote him a long email back about what a horrible landlord he's been and how I think he is awful at being in a position of power.
My hands are still shaking. I can't wait to get out of this house. I am going to miss it, but I'm not going to miss him.
We are leaving tonight at midnight. I really didn't want things to end like this. I wish we could have ended on a fake-friendly note, but it's too late.
I made the mistake of emailing him yesterday and saying it sounded like he was frustrated. That was a can of worms I really wish I had left sealed.
