So I was just sitting here sorting my photos, when I was assaulted by the stench of tobacco smoke. I closed the door and decided that no, I'm not going to take this anymore. I went downstairs to tell him to stop.
"Jan, you mustn't smoke there. It goes straight up to me" I said to him, with no hostility in my voice. Asking him to stop, not demanding.
His reaction? Unbelievable. "Where else would I smoke?"
Then he got all defensive and claimed he had a right to smoke in the garden (that's a patio, idiot. not a garden), said to close the door, he was on the phone, blah blah, and he ended his tirade by slamming the door and calling me "fittekjerring" (cuntbitch).
I went back upstairs, brought my laundry indoors, closed and locked the door, and stuck my dagger in my belt. Shaking a little. I expected him to get defensive and shit, but not like this. His mother is going to hear about this, and I am going to ask again that he gets thrown out. I can't be expected to live together with someone who treats me that way.
I'm going to go out in the woods now anyway. See you guys in a couple of hours.
I worry that he's going to enter my room while I'm gone and either steal, sabotage or defile. Should've requested getting a lock back when I first thought of it.