What should I do if my landlord likes to lose his temper?

Well, I have met a bad landlord these days, and I am so angry that I have a nervous breakdown. None of the weird things I have met mentioned above! I had to do an internship last month because I was in a hurry to find an apartment. The landlady said that her husband worked out of town and she lived alone. So I moved in, paid half a year's rent and signed the contract. After staying there for more than two weeks, I was asked to move out, saying that it would be more profitable to rent out the entire property. At that time, I was a novice, and the amount of liquidated damages was very small. I was studying and working in another place, so I could only admit that I was unlucky and immediately found a house and moved out. The weirdness begins.

High energy ahead. . . . After deducting the rent for more than two weeks, she actually refused to return my deposit. The reason is that at such a young age, I was so cruel that I was instigated by her husband. She said that her husband had already returned the deposit to me and asked me to do it while I was renting with the landlady. medicine! seek! Harmful! she!

I was deeply shocked and immediately called my husband Fangdong, but the male landlord said that he didn’t give me any money at all. He went to explain to the female landlady, but the female landlady kept scolding her husband angrily and said that she wanted to pay her husband. Divorce and the like, the most exaggerated thing is that she actually said that I personally admitted that her husband gave me money to poison her food! ! !

In desperation, I had no choice but to call the police. When the police came, she was quite normal at first, but then started talking nonsense, saying that I wanted to kick her out of the house so that she could enjoy living alone. Life. Said I was going to harm her. The police tried to persuade me at first, but later they had no choice but to let me take legal action, and they were active and silent in helping me move.

When I got off the police car when I arrived at my new home, the wind was rustling and the water was cold. When the policeman handed me a box of luggage, he gave me a look of caution. . Passers-by saw me and gave me encouraging looks, as if they had seen a person released from prison finally return home. The final result of that night was that I agreed to take a step back, no deposit required, and the rent would be deducted.

But the landlord simply acted rogue and asked me to sue her without giving me a penny. The above is as of Saturday. Today is Monday. I am going to the court in the afternoon. Even if I am alone, I still want to get my own money back. I would rather donate it than give it to a bad landlord! ! ! To this day, I still dare not tell my family about this, for fear that they will worry. I don’t know much about how to litigate, but how can I know if I don’t try it. I have been talking about picking up the weapon of law since I was a child, but now I finally have to use it.