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I think I have to move out of this house. I'm really stressed out.
Dina bought new couches, which turned into the ultimate roommate disaster.
Jon wouldn't talk to Dina about the couches. Said he didn't care. SHe should do whatver she wanted.
So she bought them. Got them home. We get them inside, decide that they're awesome (they are lazy boy recliner couches... so comfy!) and disaster ensues...
Jon says that he doesn't think the dog should be allowed on the couches. Doesn't ask. Hasn't said ANYTHING about this before (to me or Dina) just all of a sudden states that the dog shouldn't be allowed on these couches (that aren't his... Dina bought them).
He goes on this whole long tirade about how the dog smells and he doesn't want her on the couches because there is no reason for dogs o be allowed on furniture because they belong on the floor. won't hear anything otherwise. just states that's the way it is.
So i get upset. Dina tells him that the two of them should talk about it later because she doesn't want to "cut him down in front of the girls" (me and lizzy... like, what? we're their kids? still, just reinforcing that in this household it's them and me. not us.) Jon still wouldn't hear anything otherwise. I go outside with my dog and Dina follows saying that she doesn't understand were this came from and he never said anything about this to her and she doesn't think he has a right to pull this now seeing as he never said anything before and it's not like he payed for the couches. She even said that he and are equal in terms of roommate "pull" because we pay the same rent and therefore should have equal say in household matters. That much impressed me.
So we go back in, I calm down and try to ignore the fact that Jon is being a blatant asshole to me and about me/dog. And we move the old couches out and they talk about rearranging the furniture so we start talking about ideas. I'm not even offering any. Just helping them move furnitue (because Dina can't because of her back). We move the entire living area around about 50 times and Dina is getting visibly more and more upset because nothing is really working (these couches don't fit as well in the space as the other ones). So, finally, at 10:30 she flips out and goes outside and puts and looks like a three yearold and starts talking to me about how upset she is because no one is taking her needs/wants into account and jon wants to set the entire household up around the teevee and she hates the teevee and just doesn't understand how this happened and now HER house is in total chaos and she hates chaos and just wants us to put the furniture back because she has to go to bed, but she won't be able to sleep until it's back to how it was before etc. etc.
and I'm trying to calm her down and reason with her and tell her we'll work everything out and then she puts out her cigarette and stalks back inside without so much as another word and only sticks her head back out to ask me to come help them move it back so she can go to bed.
and all i want to do is shake her and point out to her that all i DO in that damn house is look out for her needs and wants. and if not hers, then jon's. that's all i fucking do. all the fucking time. is try to make them happy. and if i'm not doing that for them at home, i'm doing it for customers and coworkers alike at work.
my whole goddamned life feels like a fucking customer service job at this point.
so, by the end of the night.. jon was mad at me and dina. dina was mad at me and jon. and i was mad at jon and dina.
i need to move.
i need to move
i need to move.
but i can't really afford to move. and i can't move anywhere that requires a lease, because i'm (hopefully) leaving at the end of the summer.
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anyone need a roommate and a cute puppy???
Dina bought new couches, which turned into the ultimate roommate disaster.
Jon wouldn't talk to Dina about the couches. Said he didn't care. SHe should do whatver she wanted.
So she bought them. Got them home. We get them inside, decide that they're awesome (they are lazy boy recliner couches... so comfy!) and disaster ensues...
Jon says that he doesn't think the dog should be allowed on the couches. Doesn't ask. Hasn't said ANYTHING about this before (to me or Dina) just all of a sudden states that the dog shouldn't be allowed on these couches (that aren't his... Dina bought them).
He goes on this whole long tirade about how the dog smells and he doesn't want her on the couches because there is no reason for dogs o be allowed on furniture because they belong on the floor. won't hear anything otherwise. just states that's the way it is.
So i get upset. Dina tells him that the two of them should talk about it later because she doesn't want to "cut him down in front of the girls" (me and lizzy... like, what? we're their kids? still, just reinforcing that in this household it's them and me. not us.) Jon still wouldn't hear anything otherwise. I go outside with my dog and Dina follows saying that she doesn't understand were this came from and he never said anything about this to her and she doesn't think he has a right to pull this now seeing as he never said anything before and it's not like he payed for the couches. She even said that he and are equal in terms of roommate "pull" because we pay the same rent and therefore should have equal say in household matters. That much impressed me.
So we go back in, I calm down and try to ignore the fact that Jon is being a blatant asshole to me and about me/dog. And we move the old couches out and they talk about rearranging the furniture so we start talking about ideas. I'm not even offering any. Just helping them move furnitue (because Dina can't because of her back). We move the entire living area around about 50 times and Dina is getting visibly more and more upset because nothing is really working (these couches don't fit as well in the space as the other ones). So, finally, at 10:30 she flips out and goes outside and puts and looks like a three yearold and starts talking to me about how upset she is because no one is taking her needs/wants into account and jon wants to set the entire household up around the teevee and she hates the teevee and just doesn't understand how this happened and now HER house is in total chaos and she hates chaos and just wants us to put the furniture back because she has to go to bed, but she won't be able to sleep until it's back to how it was before etc. etc.
and I'm trying to calm her down and reason with her and tell her we'll work everything out and then she puts out her cigarette and stalks back inside without so much as another word and only sticks her head back out to ask me to come help them move it back so she can go to bed.
and all i want to do is shake her and point out to her that all i DO in that damn house is look out for her needs and wants. and if not hers, then jon's. that's all i fucking do. all the fucking time. is try to make them happy. and if i'm not doing that for them at home, i'm doing it for customers and coworkers alike at work.
my whole goddamned life feels like a fucking customer service job at this point.
so, by the end of the night.. jon was mad at me and dina. dina was mad at me and jon. and i was mad at jon and dina.
i need to move.
i need to move
i need to move.
but i can't really afford to move. and i can't move anywhere that requires a lease, because i'm (hopefully) leaving at the end of the summer.
djkflsakduhflasduhfuhasdfhuasdfsdufhsudhfsueifsdufdsf
anyone need a roommate and a cute puppy???