febraro
December 3rd, 2014 @ 6:24 pm
…it’s the final countdown!
my lease is up in february, so i broke up with my roommate the other night… so now i have two months to find a new place with steve, and she’s got two months to figure out what she’s going to do.
i’ve been reflecting on the whole experience and it’s kind of funny, the whole situation. she was someone i was very loosely friends with, not a close friend. i had mentioned the whole exbf not working/thinking of taking on a roommate thing, and she approached me on moving in. i told her that in our railroad apartment, that she’d be using her bedroom entrance and the outside hallway that connects to the rest of the apartment beforehand – this is how my next door neighbor functions with his roommate, and she agreed to it. especially during the night and in the morning – it was agreed upon that it was DO NOT ENTER at those times. she wakes up an hour or so before me, and i don’t want to be woken up. she also stated that if her cat didn’t get along with my cat, that she’d have “no problem giving him up”.
since this “agreement” was put into place, her attitude has completely changed. i’ve noticed since day 1 that she’s uber defensive, and i think that she thinks i’m nit-picky/anal or something…
i feel like the thing is, when you live with someone that isn’t family, the situation usually fucking sucks. i’m not comfortable with it, and anything that bothered me, i voiced. i’d rather do that then have some weird unspoken pissy war, which is now going on. i can’t quite put my finger on when this all took a turn for the worst, but i think i have an idea…
1 week in: our cats “played” a lot, then it became a little territorial. her (1.5 year old) cat kept mounting my (9.5 year old) cat, which was pretty gross. the cats would run back and forth and swat at each other all the time. at night, i HAVE TO sleep with my door shut. there was absolutely no way that our connecting bedroom door was going to stay open, which meant her cat either had to be in her room with her, or strolling around the apartment…
that cat meowed all fucking night.
my cat doesn’t make a peep unless i come in the front door, or if he’s hungry. he seriously just wants to chill the fuck out, and not be bothered. her cat was up his ass 24/7. in fact, i don’t even know when that cat ever slept.
the day before she gave him back to the place she adopted him from, he and oscar were running back and forth, swatting at each other, and i finally just had enough. oscar just wanted to nap, so once they both ran all the way to the front of the apartment, into her room, i locked her cat in there for a few to calm down. about 10 mins later, i check in on him and there is shit on her bed and on her wall. i immediately want to vomit, because of the stench, and i grabbed her sheets and cleaned it up, so that once she arrived back home, she wasn’t dealing with wet shit that leaked down into her mattress. i text her to let her know what happened, so that she doesn’t come home to no sheets on her bed, all like…WTF?! and her text answer back to me was “don’t worry, i’m getting rid of him tomorrow”.
KAY.
so ever since then, she’s been this moody ass person with me. when i see her with her friends and boyfriend, she’s this bouncy, cheerful, fun person. then she sees me and she’s pissed.
please note: i didn’t ask her to get rid of the cat, buttt i wasn’t fighting the decision either.
she gave him up on a sunday. monday morning, she came through her bedroom door, into my room to get to the bathroom and scared the shit out of me. i jumped up and yelled because i thought i was getting robbed. i let it slide.
the next morning, she tried that shit again. the entire week before, i was pretty sick and coughing all through the few nights leading up to that day. i was having horrible sleep and the fact that she woke me up earlier than i had to be, i finally went out to the kitchen and reminded her that she isn’t supposed to walk through my room in the morning. needless to say, she wasn’t happy that i said something to her about it.
i don’t know if it was because of her giving up the cat or what, but the attitude has just been disgusting ever since then.
she doesn’t clean anything aside from dishes, she doesn’t take out the garbage, her boyfriend is now practically living with us (who pees all over the toilet rim and doesn’t wipe it, who snores like a giant anddd has a blaring alarm clock at 5AM which left me purchasing ear plugs to wear during sleep. YES, I FUCKING WEAR EARPLUGS TO SLEEP IN MY OWN FUCKING HOUSE.), she complains about the bathtub being clogged but doesn’t clean it OR buy drano, got weirded out when i gave her two big/deep cabinets for her dry/canned food separate from mine… shall i go on? – yes, there’s more. i’ll spare you.
what brought this post on was last night’s bullshit i had to deal with… she texted me that oscar was hungry and crying at around 10PM. i was coming home from long island with my mom, because i had picked up my xmas tree from walmart. i was en route to get home, so i told her to just leave him some dry food. i get home to find dry vomit all over the living room floor. like 5 different, OBVIOUS spots. it was disgusting.
i’m not surprised, really… it’s still irritating as fuck, though.
TWO MONTHS. that’s all i keep telling myself for sanity purposes.