A schism that keeps growing
I have really tried to just go along with things; but last night really just put an end to all that crap. I am just done dealing with a lot of shit.
I arrive home after work, feed Hamish, give him fresh water and greens, as well as give him his meds. Then I hear this really weird growling noise from Buddha. He is out of water, without food (rabbits cant go without food or something to munch on) and in a soaked cadge. I went to give him water, and he growls at me, I go to give him a little food, and he bum rushed the bowl and bites me to get it. And let me add that while TJ seems to think that Buddha is overweight, he is quite healthy for a bunny of his type; and I’m tired of him blaming his miss-conception of how large he thinks his rabbit should be, on other people. Rose came over shortly after to pick up some money that TJ was going to borrow from TY for some smoke. I, of course, tell her about what happened; and relayed that I was going to probably clean his cage and stuff, as TJ and Donna were out of town. Rose texted TJ to find out why the rabbit that he was part responsible was not taken care of.
Shortly following that, I receive a text stating that I am a worthless piece of shit, and should stay away from his goddamn rabbit. He continued to state that Buddha had water yesterday, and that he eats too much so TJ wasn’t feeding him in an effort to reduce his weight, and also that the I was bitten because I have no business being anywhere near his rabbit. I informed TJ that, contrary to his belief, animals need water every day. And that it really wasn’t healthy for him to sit in that much filth. (as I know that TJ has cleaned his cadge a total of once or twice. The rest being Donna, and myself on several occasions) I was informed that it was not urine, but water from a busted water bottle. Well, I know that TJ would probably sit in a pool of water rather than get up and clean under his own power; but its really not healthy for a small animal.
And I did continue to receive text messages about how pathetic I am, how I am not useful to society, and how I have some elaborate system of back talk about him. That broke the camel’s back. I am tired of hearing about how difficult things are for this 5 hour a week working student, who doesn’t have enough money to smoke, and never has any food. I am tired of hearing him blame all of his shortcomings, bad decisions, and the like on everyone ells around him. I have made some bad choices; but they are my own, and I have definatly learned from them. I can talk about things other than getting “Epically high” and the like, and I can find social interaction without the aid of my ex-girlfriend, or my roommate. I can change what I don’t like, rather than smoke my problems away, and talk about everyone ells’ shortcomings.
I see myself, once again, looking towards my original goal. I see my friend, being alienated in a place that she pays to live. A contributing member to a household, who get reprimanded for having more work ethic than the person reprimanding could muster up in several smoke sessions. I actually found my self thinking, “Honestly, its not her job to get the new water bottle, clean the cadge, and make sure he is fed, when she works just about 24/7. She buys all of the things to the cleaning, all of your meals, provides you with smoke, etc. Take care of this living creature and don’t let him sit in a pool of water and filth for a week; maybe clean instead of sitting on your ass and smoking.”
I don’t really have more to say than, I hate feeling not at home in a place that I pay for. I hate to think how my important one feels like here in our home.
Peace to all on this, the day god died…or something,
Jer
I arrive home after work, feed Hamish, give him fresh water and greens, as well as give him his meds. Then I hear this really weird growling noise from Buddha. He is out of water, without food (rabbits cant go without food or something to munch on) and in a soaked cadge. I went to give him water, and he growls at me, I go to give him a little food, and he bum rushed the bowl and bites me to get it. And let me add that while TJ seems to think that Buddha is overweight, he is quite healthy for a bunny of his type; and I’m tired of him blaming his miss-conception of how large he thinks his rabbit should be, on other people. Rose came over shortly after to pick up some money that TJ was going to borrow from TY for some smoke. I, of course, tell her about what happened; and relayed that I was going to probably clean his cage and stuff, as TJ and Donna were out of town. Rose texted TJ to find out why the rabbit that he was part responsible was not taken care of.
Shortly following that, I receive a text stating that I am a worthless piece of shit, and should stay away from his goddamn rabbit. He continued to state that Buddha had water yesterday, and that he eats too much so TJ wasn’t feeding him in an effort to reduce his weight, and also that the I was bitten because I have no business being anywhere near his rabbit. I informed TJ that, contrary to his belief, animals need water every day. And that it really wasn’t healthy for him to sit in that much filth. (as I know that TJ has cleaned his cadge a total of once or twice. The rest being Donna, and myself on several occasions) I was informed that it was not urine, but water from a busted water bottle. Well, I know that TJ would probably sit in a pool of water rather than get up and clean under his own power; but its really not healthy for a small animal.
And I did continue to receive text messages about how pathetic I am, how I am not useful to society, and how I have some elaborate system of back talk about him. That broke the camel’s back. I am tired of hearing about how difficult things are for this 5 hour a week working student, who doesn’t have enough money to smoke, and never has any food. I am tired of hearing him blame all of his shortcomings, bad decisions, and the like on everyone ells around him. I have made some bad choices; but they are my own, and I have definatly learned from them. I can talk about things other than getting “Epically high” and the like, and I can find social interaction without the aid of my ex-girlfriend, or my roommate. I can change what I don’t like, rather than smoke my problems away, and talk about everyone ells’ shortcomings.
I see myself, once again, looking towards my original goal. I see my friend, being alienated in a place that she pays to live. A contributing member to a household, who get reprimanded for having more work ethic than the person reprimanding could muster up in several smoke sessions. I actually found my self thinking, “Honestly, its not her job to get the new water bottle, clean the cadge, and make sure he is fed, when she works just about 24/7. She buys all of the things to the cleaning, all of your meals, provides you with smoke, etc. Take care of this living creature and don’t let him sit in a pool of water and filth for a week; maybe clean instead of sitting on your ass and smoking.”
I don’t really have more to say than, I hate feeling not at home in a place that I pay for. I hate to think how my important one feels like here in our home.
Peace to all on this, the day god died…or something,
Jer