Roommate woes
There is a reason I never wanted to have a roommate. Living with one of my best friends was supposed to make things easier, since I can't afford to live in this bloody city on my own. We have very similar tastes, likes and dislikes, and I thought we had similar ideas about cleanliness. I was so very wrong.
I don't know what to do anymore. I could live with the general untidiness, if she'd just wash the fucking dishes once a week. I don't think once a week is unreasonable, and when I lived on my own once a week was enough, so logically if two people each do dishes once a week it would be under control.
The first time I brought this issue up, she told me to just ask her to do them when they need doing, because she doesn't notice when dishes like up unless she actually runs out of dishes. Well, that doesn't fucking work. She still doesn't do them.
I actually gave her an ultimatum close to 2 months ago, things need to change or I'm moving out. Which basically makes her homeless, because I could maybe find something affordable on my own, but she can't. And I told her that I really don't want to have to do this, so please don't make me.
I've done dishes 4 times in the last two weeks. I knew she would be away this weekend, so I asked her to do some dishes on her day off midweek. She didn't. So I thought maybe she'd do them Saturday before she left. She didn't. This is what she left when she went away for the weekend:
You can't see it, but there were also dishes on the table, since the counter and stove were full.
She's coming gone tomorrow and leaving again on Saturday for two weeks for the holidays. I told her if there are any dishes on the counter when she leaves I'm giving the landlord my notice. Now she's trying to guilt trip me about making her homeless and I just don't give a fuck.
I LOVE this apartment. Love it. It's big, it's close to work, it's affordable, pets are allowed, it has a huge fenced yard for Yuki, there's a tonne of storage, there's free parking, everything is included in the rent, and I've painted it and fixed quite a few minor problems, but I can't live like this any more. I just can't.
Am I being unreasonable? I don't think I am but if you guys disagree please tell me. I'm not a clean freak, I don't ask her to dust and vacuum, I do that because my dog sheds more than both the cats. I clean the bathroom in exchange for her looking after the garbage. I can live with her inability to put things where they came from/where they belong, I just can't deal with not having clean dishes to eat off or free counter/table space to prepare food.