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So, maybe I was being a little over the top. But it needed to be said. And they've been pissing me off for ages.
But most of the cutlery in the kitchen is mine - a 6 piece set of knives, forks, dessert spoons and teaspoons. Recently they have been going missing, so (as is my perogative) I removed them from the kitchen drawer, put them in a pot and stored them in my cupboard. No-one knew where they had gone and no-one knew that they were in my cupboard. And....
[Live Update: As writing this, Matt has just thrown open my door, yelled "What the fuck was that?! What the fuck was that?!" and been manhandled out by my lovely boyfriend whilst I calmly and then not so calmly requested he remove his presence from my room. "Get out of my room. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" He did look rather perturbed to catch me semi-naked on the bed at my laptop. I'm glad that Paul is here though, he looked quite scary.]
So. The A4 note that I posted on my cupboard. (Can't quite remember what I wrote, they shredded it, so I can't even use it for reference)
STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY CUPBOARD
Whoever the hell has been in my cupboard to get knives and forks - what the fuck?!
I don't go into your cupboards so stay out of mine, the cutlery has been moved out
of the drawer and into my cupboard because it is mine and I'm sick and tired of coming
downstairs to eat and having to search for a fork because they have either been lost
or used and not washed up. If you want to use a fork, use your own or buy some.
Going into my cupboard without permission is invasion of privacy and I don't do it to you.
So. According to Paul, I should've waited an hour before posting it up, but I was so pissed off that I didn't care about anything. There are so many little things that have just built up and I've gotten more and more pissed off and I haven't been able to say anything because they are so small that to get pissed off about them would be petty at best.
Text from Alex about 2 hours after I wrote it.
"I've just read your note. It was an innocent mistake and I'm not going to tell you who it was. I'm upset that we can't talk in this house, we were inseparable in Childs, what has happened? I know living in this house hasn't been easy, I'm the first to admit that and I regret some things but ultimately we are all friends and we should be able to talk not leave offensive notes on cupboards. Please don't take this the wrong way, it really isn't meant that way. I just didn't want to get the brunt of your anger face to face so thought text was easier. I hope everything is okay. I really don't want this to come between anyone. Xxx"
My reply:
"I'm fairly certain it was you and Ellen, but as I have no evidence, I obv can't accuse you, hence the general note. I'm sorry that the note was so offensive, when I wrote it I was blazing angry and even that is edited a bit. As far as I am concerned, living in this house has recently been very difficult especially as your attitude towards me has been cold at best, which I'm not sure I deserve as I can't think of anything I've done to upset you. The taking of my cutlery was the last straw, especially as I don't see how it could've been an innocent mistake, given that as far as I was aware, no one knew that it was in my cupboard. So you had to go searching for it. Also, I know that you and Ellen have cutlery of your own and don't see why you had to use mine. In the end, it is not acceptable for anyone to go into and use my things without asking and I resent the invasion of my privacy. Please don't do it again. Laura."
Her reply (this morning):
"If Ellen and me have our own, why the fuck would we take yours. Its not about who did it, its the principle that you don't think you can talk to us. While we are on the subject, do your fucking washing up! That's just set my day off thanks."
My reply:
"I sent that last night, not my fault you didn't check your phone. I've done all my washing up. I don't know who has left all of that on the side. Of course I can't talk to you, I might be able to if you would lower yourself to talk to me but apparently you are above me. And you really didn't want to talk to me last night, I would've taken your fucking head off. And if we're talking about principle, kindly stop going through my cupboard, taking things without permission is akin to stealing. And take your head out of your arse."
Her reply:
"I didn't go through your cupboard, I thought that was plain to you. ELLEN AND ME HAVE OUR OWN STUFF WE DIDN'T NEED YOURS. What part of that don't you understand? I thought you did English therefore should know these sort of things!"
My reply:
"So it wasn't you, big deal. Care to tell me who it was so I can ask them not to do it again? And you were the one who responded, if you aren't guilty then why get involved? Apart from the fact that you just can't help yourself. And someone had to go through my cupboard to get to the cutlery. As far as I am aware, they can't jump through wooden doors, if they could I'd be out making money from them."
Enter Matt, yelling at me. Thank god I had the duvet round me, that's all I'm saying. And Paul was dressed and sat on the sofa anyway. *sigh*
Will keep you updated.
TTYL! xx
But most of the cutlery in the kitchen is mine - a 6 piece set of knives, forks, dessert spoons and teaspoons. Recently they have been going missing, so (as is my perogative) I removed them from the kitchen drawer, put them in a pot and stored them in my cupboard. No-one knew where they had gone and no-one knew that they were in my cupboard. And....
[Live Update: As writing this, Matt has just thrown open my door, yelled "What the fuck was that?! What the fuck was that?!" and been manhandled out by my lovely boyfriend whilst I calmly and then not so calmly requested he remove his presence from my room. "Get out of my room. GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" He did look rather perturbed to catch me semi-naked on the bed at my laptop. I'm glad that Paul is here though, he looked quite scary.]
So. The A4 note that I posted on my cupboard. (Can't quite remember what I wrote, they shredded it, so I can't even use it for reference)
STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY CUPBOARD
Whoever the hell has been in my cupboard to get knives and forks - what the fuck?!
I don't go into your cupboards so stay out of mine, the cutlery has been moved out
of the drawer and into my cupboard because it is mine and I'm sick and tired of coming
downstairs to eat and having to search for a fork because they have either been lost
or used and not washed up. If you want to use a fork, use your own or buy some.
Going into my cupboard without permission is invasion of privacy and I don't do it to you.
So. According to Paul, I should've waited an hour before posting it up, but I was so pissed off that I didn't care about anything. There are so many little things that have just built up and I've gotten more and more pissed off and I haven't been able to say anything because they are so small that to get pissed off about them would be petty at best.
Text from Alex about 2 hours after I wrote it.
"I've just read your note. It was an innocent mistake and I'm not going to tell you who it was. I'm upset that we can't talk in this house, we were inseparable in Childs, what has happened? I know living in this house hasn't been easy, I'm the first to admit that and I regret some things but ultimately we are all friends and we should be able to talk not leave offensive notes on cupboards. Please don't take this the wrong way, it really isn't meant that way. I just didn't want to get the brunt of your anger face to face so thought text was easier. I hope everything is okay. I really don't want this to come between anyone. Xxx"
My reply:
"I'm fairly certain it was you and Ellen, but as I have no evidence, I obv can't accuse you, hence the general note. I'm sorry that the note was so offensive, when I wrote it I was blazing angry and even that is edited a bit. As far as I am concerned, living in this house has recently been very difficult especially as your attitude towards me has been cold at best, which I'm not sure I deserve as I can't think of anything I've done to upset you. The taking of my cutlery was the last straw, especially as I don't see how it could've been an innocent mistake, given that as far as I was aware, no one knew that it was in my cupboard. So you had to go searching for it. Also, I know that you and Ellen have cutlery of your own and don't see why you had to use mine. In the end, it is not acceptable for anyone to go into and use my things without asking and I resent the invasion of my privacy. Please don't do it again. Laura."
Her reply (this morning):
"If Ellen and me have our own, why the fuck would we take yours. Its not about who did it, its the principle that you don't think you can talk to us. While we are on the subject, do your fucking washing up! That's just set my day off thanks."
My reply:
"I sent that last night, not my fault you didn't check your phone. I've done all my washing up. I don't know who has left all of that on the side. Of course I can't talk to you, I might be able to if you would lower yourself to talk to me but apparently you are above me. And you really didn't want to talk to me last night, I would've taken your fucking head off. And if we're talking about principle, kindly stop going through my cupboard, taking things without permission is akin to stealing. And take your head out of your arse."
Her reply:
"I didn't go through your cupboard, I thought that was plain to you. ELLEN AND ME HAVE OUR OWN STUFF WE DIDN'T NEED YOURS. What part of that don't you understand? I thought you did English therefore should know these sort of things!"
My reply:
"So it wasn't you, big deal. Care to tell me who it was so I can ask them not to do it again? And you were the one who responded, if you aren't guilty then why get involved? Apart from the fact that you just can't help yourself. And someone had to go through my cupboard to get to the cutlery. As far as I am aware, they can't jump through wooden doors, if they could I'd be out making money from them."
Enter Matt, yelling at me. Thank god I had the duvet round me, that's all I'm saying. And Paul was dressed and sat on the sofa anyway. *sigh*
Will keep you updated.
TTYL! xx