Right, so.

My partner and I have been living in his parents' summerhouse since November, since our old landlord sold the flat we'd been living in. Obviously we're really fed up and they want us out cos they 'want our house back', whatever that's all about.
The only tangible signs of our presence are our toothbrushes etc., in the bathroom, a packet of mangetout in the fridge, and wholemeal bread on the side next to their gunky white stuff. We're polite, quiet, go out to work/uni and stay out, and generally keep out of their way. My partner gets up 2hours earlier than he had to when we had our own place, so he can get a shower before work without inconveniencing his parents. I'm generally in uni later. From where we are now, it takes me 2hours' bus ride to get there.

And we've been looking at tonnes of places we could move to. We thought we had this one particular flat in the bag, but then the landlord put up the price by £25 a month, which was OK because it was totally bargainous to begin with. But then he wanted another credit check, and my partner could only put down 'employed' or 'self-employed', not both. So he submitted his payslip for December (as they would only take the most recent one) and guess what, December being that month where everyone has masses of time off, the wage wasn't enough to meet the rent. So they rejected his credit application.
The robot people inputting his data into their computers ignored that he was also self-employed and has already earned enough to cover the rent this WEEK from his home business, or that there would be someone else paying the rent (me) and that I've got enough in the bank to pay 10months' rent up front right now. Or that he has savings.
So I can't be the main tenant because I'm a student.

It's not all these shitty circumstances that bug me. It's the fact that:

A) knowing my Dad is renovating his house (so there'll be two bathrooms and a self-contained unit to the house, separate form Dad's room), my partner won't even consider us living with my Dad. Despite my having put up with TWO of his horrible parents for four months now, he can't countenance living with my Dad even for a week.

B) When I heard about the credit check palaver and got a little tear in my eye because the flat I'd been sure we were going to have wouldn't be ours, he shouted at me for crying and told me there was no bloody need for it. Actually, I'm not allowed to cry in front of him, he added. (Never mind that he is allowed to shout around his family, disrespect other people's property- like flinging my coat or bag off the hook, or throwing his son's toy and breaking it)

C) Everything seems to be centered around my damn partner these days. Like I said, I'm not allowed to cry, but I'm also not allowed to talk about how I feel about this whole situation with the house. He's allowed to moan until the cows come home about how it's affecting him and how his parents are dreadful, but even when I said last night that 'I really could do without this right now' (I've got an assignment due in a couple days) he reminded me that i was a student and so he was the more important one because he worked.



So I'm a bit cross right now.