My Landlady is Trying to be my Mother...
I have been renting a suite on a farm since April now. I had my horse boarded here since May '09. I am 16, as many of you are aware.
I pay rent to live here, I work the farm (feeding, mucking, fence mending, etc.) to keep rent low, but rent is payed nonetheless. I buy my own groceries, wash my own laundry etc. I rent a suite here.
Because of the age difference between myself and my landlady, I think she is beginning to think she's my mother or something. This makes me quite irrate. I hide it, but it's true. For instance- she was on the phone today, and mentioned that there were dishes about.To the person on the other line she said "...well there's kids around here. You know how they are, always having to pick up after them..."
I hadn't been home all day. I had been at work. Believe me, none of those dishes were from me. If she hadn't insinuated that I was a bother, it may not have rubbed me the wrong way so much, but she does not pick up after me. She never has, and never will. Likewise I refuse to pick up after her and her toddler, and as such the common areas are often quite littered, and I keep to myself in my own space.
Another thing that makes me angry is that she talks to my father about me. I lived with my father (mother lives 4 hours away) and there were many reasons I left home at 16. One of them being that I didn't want contact with my father until I decided to let him back in. I never got to make that choice and it bothers me. My landlady is consistantly updating him on my whereabouts/doings. That is none of her business or concern, but she pushes her nose in where it isn't welcome.
Also, while I appreciate her trying to help...
I have to work in the morning before buses run, and the savings fund for my moped isn't quite at capacity yet, so I was just going to ask if she could give me a ride there. I walk into the living room and mention I work in the morning, and she replies "Just make sure the horses are fed and I'll get you down there. You know I said I'd make sure you got to work."
...you know, like a mother would say to her own child? That one could just be me getting fed up with it though.
Also, it is the weekend, and feeding/watering the outdoor critters is her responsibility, but this afternoon after work I noticed the wheelbarrow had the same hay in it I'd left last night. Meaning she just expected me to feed this weekend. She did feed on Wednesday and Thursday, but we exchange favours like that sometimes. The favours always end in me feeding the horses, regardless. I don't mind feeding, but that wasn't the deal we had.
Now don't get me wrong, I know I have a pretty cushy situation here, and I am grateful to be away from home, but I moved out to get freedom and to make my own choices and errors, not to acquire another parent.
I'm actively searching for a new place, not in a shared house, but no luck so far.
In the meantime, how do I deal with my oddly motherly landlady?
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