Even though it was in pieces, I gave you the best of me
Our flatmate has walked all over us since we moved in, and we have smiled and let it happen. Kept the peace, tried to respect the unreasonable requests he made. Like when he barged into our room and had a rant at my boyfriend for drinking a COUPLE of beers in the weekend, and growled at the other flatmate for letting my boyfriend drink because he’s an ‘Alcoholic’ which he most certainly is not.
Then telling us we are unable to smoke pot on the premises, which was kind of fair call. But the way he portrayed it/asked us made me feel like he thought of us like freaking junkies or something, just for smoking nug. Which, since we have been respecting his rules my depression has spiraled downwards, and I am unable to sleep. (I use it as a non-pharmaceutical anti-depressant, and it seriously helps).
Then the constant evening knocks on the door with annoying, petty bullshit. And 90% of the time he bothers us, we say it’s not a good time because I am naked, but he comes in or talks through the door anyway.
Yesterday, I was at breaking point. I wanted so bad to tell him where to shove it. I didn’t. He bailed my boyfriend up as he was on his way to work about the power bill in a rude manner, and told him he was being childish. We were happy to pay our share and all the rest of it but the way he approached it was pathetic, and rude. I have admittedly been ignoring his dishes schedule, trying to fuck with his self appointed authority, and because our kitchen is so filthy that we choose to cook and eat elsewhere. I gave up on it and started to do them yesterday in the hopes we wouldn’t hear the dreaded knock on the door.
I ran out of hot water halfway through. I burst into tears, I couldn’t handle it any longer, the fact that all my new tea towels are missing and people have been using metal utensils on my expensive frying pan, and all my stuff was straight up disrespected. (As well as my towel in the bathroom being used to mop up blocked sink overflow and beard hair) I facebooked Dave and said I ran out of hot water while attempting the dishes and in the future we will not participate in the roster due to the fact we never cook there or use dishes for fear of catching rat born disease. I wasn’t as rude as that when I actually messaged him, in fact I feel like I was being very diplomatic and polite, given the anger I currently feel.