Still, I kept my calm and asked the secretary why the spaces for those payments were blank, genuinely wanting to know why the error occurred. She was visibly upset. She told me to hold on and walked away. She comes back with the owner of the lot and I asked him the same question. “Sir, maybe you can help me. There seems to have been an error. These two (pointing on the paper) payments seem to be unaccounted for.” He snaps at me and says that “its accurate and that we missed making those payments”. (Excuse my language, but I was fucking livid at this point and finally let him have it!)
Then, he started having problems paying his share of the rent. In fact, entire months would pass with me being the only one paying rent and he would give excuses that his employer wasn’t paying him on time. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship, but I let him know that it was an unfair burden on me to have to cover 100% of the rent, even though he was working. He also began letting his friends come and stay at our place, often for weeks at a time and they weren’t paying rent either. More than once, I had to tell him to have his friend move out, if they wouldn’t help with rent or other bills. His friends were typically people who had been kicked-out of their own apartment for not paying rent there either.
I had strong suspicions that he was stealing money out of my wallet, usually about $5 or $10 at a time. I had a job where I made good tips and often had cash in my wallet. I noticed that money wouldn’t “go missing” from my wallet if I put it away in my bedroom, instead of leaving it in the living room, so my suspicions were somewhat confirmed. One day, he called me in a panic. He had a family emergency and needed to catch a flight to California because his sister (who I had known from the day she was born) was in a hospital on life support. I loaned him the money for a plane ticket and he flew out that night.
I went through his room and found a flight itinerary. He hadn’t gone to California to see his sister, he had gone to Disney World in Florida with his girlfriend, with a stop in California to attend a Star Trek convention afterward. The departure date/time matched exactly the night he had flown-out. I also knew the scheduled date of his return. Needless to say, I felt betrayed. I had loved him like a brother and his sisters like my own. For him to lie to me just for a trip with his girlfriend was the ultimate slap in the face, especially since he still owed me for several months of rent.
I called his boss to ask when he was expected to return. To my shock, I was informed that he was no longer employed there and hadn’t been for months. This explained his not paying rent and why he would steal money from me. I then called his girlfriend’s parents to find out what they knew. They told me that the trip to Disney World had been planned for months, so it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision on his part. They had paid for his plane ticket and the hotel room, so the money I had given him was just for spending money.
I said, “Then why in the hell do I have the receipts in my wallet as we speak?!?! I pulled them out and showed them to him. He turned about 5 shades of red and then pale white like he had just seen a ghost. He screamed in my face, showed me the door, and said “Get the fuck off my property and don’t come back or I’m calling the cops!” Secretary: “I’ll call them right now!” Me: “I just wanted to know where our money is and I didn’t do anything wrong, you’re the one breaking the law!!”