This is awesome. Just when I start to relax into the idea of dating someone, my roommate becomes the most snobby, uncouth, indecent person I've had the mispleasure of spending time with. Who know women could be so goddamn spiteful?
We had the most outrageous arguement the other night which lead to mental breakdown (which I am not allowed to tell anyone the details of, but believe me it was a doozy) on my part. We have been hostile and fragile ever since, and just last night my new boyfriend came over to spend the night (no, nothing happened; what do you take me for?). I had already ok'd this with my roommate (as it's her parents' house we're living in), who said it was fine. We watched a movie than set up some cushions on the floor to sleep on. There was cuddling and kissing, but that's it, and despite being quiet and respectful of the other people in the household, my roommate still had the nerve to attack me for it the next day. Excuse me for wanting to see someone I've come to like quite a bit. She stated rather blatantly, "He can't come over every weekend." I said why not? And her reply was, "It's not fair to my parents, and it's not fair to me."
Oh, really? I pay my rent, I have been employed this whole time (she took two months off working for a "mental health break" and only got hired again because her dad pulled some strings at his work), and have always gone out of my way not to be in anyone else's way. I won't even go upstairs, due to this chronic fear I have of not belonging and not deserving to be around. So I stay in my basement, in my corner, since I don't have any of my own space (or even my own bed) and keep quiet about everything that's inevitablly going on around me. But it's "not fair" for me to have someone over once a week because I like spending time with him? Excuse me for intruding. Shouldn't I have some say in who I spend my time with and who I date? Shouldn't I have some say when I pay my rent on time every two weeks from my paycheck, I have never caused any problems, and I'm a quiet person who rarely shows her face to anyone else who lives in this house? God, this is toxic.
As a result, I have decided as soon as the right place comes along and I'm sure I can afford it, I'm moving away. I don't care if I have to take a bus home or if I'm scared all night long being away from her. I'm taking my cat and I'm leaving this putrid house. Honestly, I don't see how I did anything wrong by inviting one person over to spend the night once a week. I made sure the TV was low enough that it didn't bother anyone upstairs, and if anything DOES happen in the future I would never allow it to become so obvious and so loud that anyone would notice. I'm a little better than that, can I please have a tiny bit of credit? I don't need to be treated like a child that should be punished. It's not like I was out of line. I mean, come on. I'm 20. Give me a break.
Evidently, that's not the way she sees it.
So, things are very bitter right now. All I want to do is curl up in a dark corner, listening to Pomplamoose and cry. How classic girl is that? God I'm such a waste of space.
Complain, complain, complain.
