There's this person I know. I wouldn't call her a friend, and I wouldn't call her an aquantince. The only reason why I know her is because it's important to someone I know who is important to me. For years, I've put up with this persons s**t. I walk their dog, clean their dishes, clean their messes, let them eat my food and drink my beer, and when they get drunk at 10 in the morning and start screaming their head off like a literal psychopath (I'm not exaggerating either, they've got some serious mental problems, you just wouldn't know it unless you've spent an entire day with them), I put up with all of it, not because I want to, but because it means a lot to this other important person. Now this person isn't horrible all the time, in fact there's plenty of times that she's a real fun person to be around, but after years and years of her drinking and b******t, it takes its toll.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, this person told me they had a room for rent at a property they own. Single room in a house with four other people, two shared bathrooms, and a garage to park my car. It's not ideal, but considering how much she was going to give it me for, it was a no brainer. In California, finding something like that for as cheap as she was offering was just unbelievable. So I tell her yes. She prints out the contract, fills it out, signs everything, and all I have to do is go through it, make sure everything looks good, sign it, and move in shortly after.
This contract was amazing by the way. Cheap as f**k, I can smoke weed indoors, I can have pets, two year lease, and did I mention how f*****g cheap it was? She knew this was my first place so she was super nice and did me a favor with this contract. All I had to do was sign it. I wanted a friend to look it over to make sure everything looked okay before I did though, so I set it in the kitchen where I'm currently staying and started packing my things over the next few days, pretty much deadset on taking this place regardless of what my friend said about the contract.
But…one morning, she wakes up with the entire Sahara desert in her vagina, takes my contract, tells me it's no deal, and walks out the door. Just like that, my entire future was taken away from me. I never felt so betrayed in my entire f*****g life. For years I did nothing but help her, and in return, she does the equivalent of spitting in my face and telling me "f**k off you useless piece of s**t". So I lose my mind. It got to the point where when I ran my fingers through my hair all I wanted to do was rip it out, so before I did something stupid like that, I shaved it all off. A handful of other people that week made me feel like a f*****g idiot, making it probably one of the worst weeks of my life, no exaggeration.
A couple weeks go by and I'm still filled to the brim with hatred. But then, through this important person, he tells me that she's very sorry for what she did and feels horrible, wants to give me back the contract and move me in ASAP, even willing to let me move into the bedroom/office combo for the same price.
So here lies the problem. Do I swallow my pride, forget about the years of b******t and being treated worse than a stray dog, and sign the contract and just put this all behind me? Or do I rip up the contract, hold onto my pride, and stay where I'm at for what could be another year until I find something that fits my budget. I'm f*****g torn between the two.
On one hand, I'm 25, I want my own place, I can afford this place, and not only is it a two minute drive away from my sister, it's also fifteen minutes away from my job. It's in such a perfect location, with such an amazing price, there's literally no reason not to other than my feelings towards the person who owns it. On the other hand, this is one of the few and rare times I've ever stood up for myself and refused to let someone get off the hook so easy. It's the one time I stood my ground and constantly told them no, no matter how much it killed me inside to say it, knowing the beginning of my future was just a signature away, no matter how much they tried to seduce me with better prices and bigger rooms, I stood their, sick inside, knowing "no" was the right answer after everything I've done for them.
So this is where you come in. I don't have friends I can ask about this, and my family, who I love very much, aren't the right people to talk about something like this with. I just want an outside perspective on this, some outside advice. If you were in my shoes, what would you do? As a young man who's ready to stand on his own two feet and become the individual he's always wanted to be, what would you do?
Please, any advice or whatever you have to offer would mean the f*****g world to me. I'm so torn between the two I have no idea how to handle this. Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right, call me a p***y, share a story, anything…just, help a poor man out if you'd care to.