Jul 22, 2006 23:19
I'm not sure that I'm going to stay here and pay Joy's share of the bills when she enters her master's program if her attitude keeps up like it has. Besides, that was the plan set forth to me, without my input, and apparently without my consent. That is, if she enters one in the next year. The plan was for her to start her MSN program when I graduated and the last year of it I would pay her part of the bills when she wasn't able to continue to work during school. I almost feel under contract.
She just said my use of the washer and dryer was really rude, whatever that means. I hate using her Easy Bake™ Washer and Dryer set that can hold up to three shirts and two pairs of socks anyway. And I wasn't the one who unloaded her wet clothes to use the washer... I haven't done laundry in days... but that's inconsequential. I'd rather be talked down to than start a house-wide argument. It's hard to live under a microscope but when the whole petri dish is in an uproar it's really tough to deal.
I don't mean to make it sound like I don't live the life of Riley, because I do. I just wish it felt more like a life.