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Input: Text: compulsory, this did happen today and i have created a throwaway for it. 

this is my first royal fuck up and i’ll try explain it fully. pardon and foul formatting due to being on the mobile. 

gf - girlfriend
m - gf’s mother 
z - m’s boyfriend/ partner

i’ve been staying with my gf (who is french) since september in her mother’s house in france, i’m english. gf is amazing, we get along very well and as far as i’m concerned, she’s the one. i’ve worked a total of about 3 months, in that time i don’t stay in the house, i stay at the workplace as it’s on a boat. z has his own place and comes stays once or twice a week.

i’ve been hunting for a different type of job where i can live on land, have an apartment, drive to work, you know, a settled life and make progress with the gf.  gf said i could stay at hers until i get the position i’m after, also because we love being together etc. m agrees and is lovely, very hospitable, i do what i can around the house, get some food in, make some meals, lots of cleaning. it was working well as i spent time away, i took gf on holiday for 9 days to some destinations she’s wanted to visit for a long time. other than that, i’ve been living free of charge, which i wasn’t happy with, i wanted to pay but the gf insisted that i didn’t. 

anyway, a few weeks ago when we returned from our little get-away, i was due to go back to work at the temporary position, that fell through due to the boss’ money issues. that means i’m back with my gf, that’s great! 

i organised a job interview at a company in the right place, doing a job that i really wanted to do and i know i can do it well. i nail the job interview. the guy likes me, he needs to speak to his colleague and we take it from there. 

this is where it starts to get to a funny situation before the fuck up. 

i go down to the basement to do some washing, to my surprise, the handle on the dryer has fallen off, i see there was a pair of pliers there, which were used to open it. so the dryer still works, i assume m is aware of this broken handle as there is a tool. i wash and dry the clothes and go about my way without saying anything.

i call back about the job interview and success, they want me. they are hiring a company to put a contract together as it’s a small office but that could take a little while. i thought, it’s ok, a few weeks is enough, i can organise a place to stay, open a bank account etc. it’s looking up, job, a place to stay and an amazing gf.

a week later, on the weekend, i hear this shouting in frustration because the handle was broken on the dryer. some storming up the stairs and some questions were asked from m - “what happened, was it you?!”, except in french, which i’m not at all fluent at. gf knew nothing about this and asks me, i explain how it was already like that, there was a tool there already etc. gf translates and says something along the lines of “it wasn’t us, we haven’t touched it”. m goes away, still frustrated. 

i’m sure it could only have been z, the partner of m. the handle was half broken to begin with and with a heavy hand in the wrong place, it would have broke off. we didn’t tell m this of course, i felt it was kinda rude to accuse him of i didn’t see it was him exactly, even if i did see i wouldn’t tell. he was there this night anyway after m realised and “fixes” it with tape. 

i thought that was it, until monday came along and i went to get some biscuits and a bottle of water from the basement. the basement door was locked and the key was removed. i’m a little annoyed as i couldn’t get the things i wanted, but kind of understood why it was locked, clearly m still thinks it was me who broke the dryer handle. 

after getting a lock pick set in the u.k. and practicing the art on one of those cheap clear padlocks that come with the set, i inspect the bathroom lock (which is the same but different key). it’s a very very basic lock 1 lever [mortise lock](https://goo.gl/images/kvmmpq) and lever handle. so essentially get the right tool, spin it round, knock the lever, hey-presto! i got excited at that thought, looked around for some tools and came across a lever tool which looked like it could do the trick. i practice on the toilet door and after 10 minutes, i succeed in opening and locking again. i speak with gf and ask if she thinks it’s ok if i have a go on the basement door, she is hesitant, but seems a little inquisitive. i give it a go and to my success, i got the biscuits and the water that i wanted and ran upstairs in excitement that i could actually do that. i lock it back up and i’m rather content for the rest of the day with my new skills. 

the door being locked with no keys continues. a week later on the tuesday, i  ran out of clean underwear and i think, “crap, i might have to pick the lock again”. luckily, the key was in the door! i do said washing, in and out before m comes back from work, i left it the same way i found it. the next day it was locked again. i got it just in time. 

it had been a while and i still hadn’t heard from the company about the contract. i called them up and the chap says that his colleague isn’t so sure now as we don’t have time for some training at the moment. he was super nice but basically he was saying the job isn’t mine anymore. needless to say i was pretty bummed out. i was really looking forward to moving out, paying back m and living with gf properly. 

another week goes by and we get to today. the towel i was using has now been taken away, so i’m sharing one with gf basically. it had make-up stains and was a little damp, it really needed washing, i don’t even know when the last time it was cleaned. so i speak with the gf, she gives me the go ahead to open the door and says “don’t break it!”. me being confident in my newly acquired skills said “non non c’est bon, i’m not going to break it.” 

finally, on to the part where i royally fuck up. 

i open the door, i’m content again, get two big towels and small towels on a washing cycle and go get some shopping in for lunch. washing is clean and dried, i lock the door... or so i thought.

m came home, we chat, gf and i retire to her room, i continue browsing reddit/ playing with fusion 360. all was well, until gf and i both heard a rather large thud followed by some french swearing. m shouts up asking if we touched the door, gf replies saying no. obviously thinking it’s not so serious. my heart sinks, i realise that i essentially fucked the door up, gf knows it too. 

it is apparent that when i was locking the door, i didn’t put the deadbolt all the way in. so when the normal key goes to be used, the single lever is out of place and can’t be matched up with the key. i know how to fix it, i’m scared shitless and want to confess. gf insists that i don’t because it shows that we’ve been down there playing with it etc. i go down, try to help without the little tool that i had, played with the key, nothing... absolutely not moving. shit. 

it escalates further, z is staying tonight, i haven’t seen him in nearly 2 weeks. he gets some tools, tries to lever the key with a pair of pliers and snaps the key. fuck. double fuck. 

more shouting, gf is hiding, i decide it is time to get the tool and try give a shot. now is the time that i lose the skill. bollocks. m and z insist that i stop as z has called a locksmith. i retire to the room with my tail between my legs and head in my hands. gf is pissed with me as she’s at the front end of the wrath of m. i try to explain to gf what happened, she doesn’t want to know. 

we agree that i can’t stay anymore, tomorrow i will take my things and go. luckily i have a job interview on wednesday. it is for a boat, which isn’t what i’m after, but it’s a much needed job as the funds are running lower than i like. 

locksmith comes round about 20h20. after hours call, more money. he has a go, with no success. he says he needs to change something. sits in the car until 21h and returns to say that as it’s after 21h, the price doubles. robbing bastard. some drilling ensues, banging. he’s done. opened it, changed the lock and it’s good. 400 euros later, he leaves. 

m comes upstairs after she sees that the basement has changed a bit and she is properly furious. she goes back downstairs and i say to gf “i need to leave now”. because there’s no way i can stay after that, she doesn’t know that it was me still. it’s very upsetting but i need to stand up to my fuck up, i’ve definitely overstayed my welcome. i get a couple warm clothes, i take the last of my cash which is coincidently 400 euros, go down stairs to give m the money. apologised profusely, said it was me and not gf, hopefully m backs off gf. i proceeded and walked out the door and now i’m in my car with nothing more than some warm clothes and a bottle of water. 

so in less than a week, the chance of a job has gone, along with the prospects of having my own place, lost a place to stay with the gf, m is hating me at the moment and is properly disgusted, so she should be. now i’m sitting in my car, running the engine every few hours to stay warm as it’s 2°c outside.  i seriously hope gf isn’t forced to end it with me, that would be the end of me too. tomorrow i will stay with my friend 30 minutes away as he is an absolute legend and is also a keen reddit user. 

i would appreciate some ideas, if there is anything i could do. even a bit of chat, it’s going to be a long night!

TIFU by breaking a lock in the Mother’s house of my GF.