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No.
Seriously.
I'm messy. Not dirty, messy. Clothes on the floor, shit like that. I live w/ my grandparents, & of course, my grandmother is like the Queen of Cleanliness.
She is constantly going into my room & cleaning my shit.
Now, before I get people (whatever, no1 fucking comments anyways, & no I'm not fucking bitter, I'm just pissed. See above.) who are like "aren't you 30-something years old & shit," I'd like to remind people that I live in the most fucking expensive city in the world (NYC). So getting an apartment here is difficult, especially a nice one that's reasonably priced. But whatever - after this shit, I'm fucking out of here.
Back to my rant.
My grandmother constantly comes into my room - "to clean", she says. Whatever. I don't give a flying fuck if there's cow dung on my bed - do not enter into my space.
Ever.
I am a fucking very private person. When I was in therapy, I didn't even give my therapist all of the sordid details of my life. So when someone comes into my space, w/ my things - I feel fucking violated. Like I've been assaulted, disrespected - & no, I'm not shedding light on those who have been assaulted - but I'm just fucking telling you how it feels - this room does not feel like my room anymore. Who gives a fuck if it was messy, it's mine. Leave it fucking be.
And I don't want to be disrespectful - but my God, this woman (knowing I want to move out w/in the next year) just asked me if I could help her pay for a new car. Dafuq?!?!?!?! And then she tries to guilt trip me for not agreeing!!!! I just spent 80 dollars on gas w/in the past 3 muthafucking days, gas for her car, that I barely drive!!!!!!
Something has gotta change.