a pissed off rant

[floatingleaf]

So, after nearly three years of sharing the apartment, I finally know what my roommate really thinks of me. We've been having problems with clogging pipes, both in the kitchen and in the bathroom, and she has recently informed me that she thinks it's my fault. Our bathtub drain got completely stuck last weekend, and she had to call in a maintenance guy, who said that he would have to completely demolish the cabinet under the sink in order to fix it. He was supposed to come on Monday morning, right before we both leave for work, and get started on that (from what he said, it wasn't even clear whether he would be done by the time we get back). However, when I came back Sunday night after visiting my parents, it turned out that my roommate had called one of her macho friends and he had just managed to unclog the drain without having to dismantle the cabinet. Okay, great. Of course he left a horrific mess in the bathroom, but since it was rather late, I figured we wouldn't bother with cleaning until tomorrow - according to the original plan. Especially that my roommate had dumped a shitload of Comet all over the tub to disinfect it, and it only seemed logical that she might want that disinfectant to stay there overnight. So I went to bed (I get up at fucking 6:30 a.m., after all). And guess what she told me first thing on Monday morning? That she is really pissed off at me for having gone to bed as though nothing had ever happened, waiting for HER to clean everything up, even though it should be me dealing with the whole problem in the first place, because there was more of MY hair down that drain than hers. She also happened to add that the frequent clogging of kitchen pipes is most likely caused by ME throwing garbage into the sink. WTF???!!!... Okay, maybe my hair tends to fall out more than hers, but that does not mean I flush it down the drain on purpose, just to spite her - and it certainly does not mean I do the same thing in the kitchen, just for fun. *rolls eyes* As for the cleaning, she's just like my fucking mother - if you don't do something RIGHT AWAY, you're obviously waiting for HER to do it. *shakes with suppressed irritation* Of course I cleaned the bathroom to high shine as soon as I got back from work yesterday afternoon (I come home about 1,5 hour earlier than she does) - but now she probably thinks I did it only because she very angrily told me that was the least I could do. Okay then. Let her think what she will. I'm not in the mood for discussion. I'm sick and tired of people telling me I do some simple things wrong, just because I either don't give a rat's ass about anything, or am too fucking stupid to see the consequences of simple actions (I don't really know which of the two implications is more insulting). I've had it for most of my life - thanks to my mother, obviously - and it's really wearing down on me. And I'm not doing any more explaining/justifying myself, because if I happen to get that look on my roomie's face that clearly says "okay, give me another", I just might not want to speak to her ever again. I hate being yelled at just because someone needs to vent. I hate being falsely accused. I have a deeply ingrained allergic reaction to that, and it just makes me totally close up emotionally against people who do it. And to think that we used to get along really well... Now I feel like our positive interaction has just gone down the drain. Quite literally. I know she will probably act as though everything was fine again by the end of the week... but I'm just not as comfortable here any more as I used to be. Now I'm just waiting for something else in the apartment to go out of order and to hear that maybe that's my fault as well. So, actually, for the first time in my life, I feel it's truly worth the time and money to try and get my own place. Yes, I would have to deal with any mundane problems on my own - but at least there would be no one there to yell at me because, say, I didn't do it soon enough. And since I have no macho friends who know how to unclog drains etc., I would have to pay for each and every necessary repair - but at least there would be no misunderstandings about shared responsibility. Not that I'm likely to get a mortgage loan anytime soon, with my meager income and complete lack of credit history - but I finally feel like it's something I really want to happen within the next few years. Am I suddenly becoming a "goal oriented person"?... LOL (I HATE that expression with fierce intensity, btw) I never thought I would willingly move out of here, because I don't pay much for the room I'm renting, and the location is perfect (to drive less than 5 miles to work in the US is a true blessing) - but apparently there are other factors to consider...

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Cool down, babe, and start thinking of your own place. That's the best solution. And I have news for you: your ex, N., has a 2-year-old son, got married, changed her name. No, I haven't talked to her, Aska has. N. works at a forwarding company as well, so they got in contact on a professional level. What do you say? :o)
Love,
Lestat