It finally happened
Hi everyone. Erin here with a the feeling like I'm going to vomit. You ever get that, you get so angry and so violent that it makes you nauseous? That's how i feel right at this moment. I finally snapped today. It wasn't pretty either.
My roommate who hasn't been a roommate or a friend left both dishes and smelling food out in our kitchen. Normally I wouldn't care, but like I said she hasn't been much of a roommate. Right afterwords she left and hadn't returned for four days. She expected me to do the dishes. I always do the dishes and she had said before that she'd take care of her own dishes. And this isn't the first time she's done this. She used to get on my case about my side of the living room stating that I needed to keep it clean. It was just for cloths and the like. She hasn't been home for more than a day or two a time in the last month and so you'd think the room would be clean right? WRONG!!!!!!!!!! It's a mess. Not a horrible mess but a mess none the less.
But I just couldn't take it anymore. I tried to talk reasonably with her. I really did. But once she started raising her voice at me. That fine control over all that pent up anger I had towards her bullshit just snapped. I immediately found myself shouting at her at the top of my lungs. I just couldn't take it anymore. I was sick and tired of her shit. I had enough. I told her that too. I have NEVER been that aggressive to my knowledge. Maybe once, but I'm not sure. It got so bad that the cops were called because we were so loud.
Needless to say, she and I are more than likely not friends again (Considering we started out hating each others very beings.) and she's moving out, cause she doesn't like that she's 'being made the bad guy here' (her words). It's her own fault. She pushed herself away from me and our other roommate. She took advantage of our kindness and friendship. She didn't keep her word about her responsibilities and then blaming all that on her 'illnesses' (most of which everyone in the U.S. has be told they have it seems, even me.) and on her family.
I know I was in the wrong on the fact that I snapped like I did, but I know that I'm in the wrong and I took responsibility for it. She doesn't take responsibility for hers and her actions. She hadn't even told us that she was going to move out till she and started yelling about each other. But yeah...
My roommate who hasn't been a roommate or a friend left both dishes and smelling food out in our kitchen. Normally I wouldn't care, but like I said she hasn't been much of a roommate. Right afterwords she left and hadn't returned for four days. She expected me to do the dishes. I always do the dishes and she had said before that she'd take care of her own dishes. And this isn't the first time she's done this. She used to get on my case about my side of the living room stating that I needed to keep it clean. It was just for cloths and the like. She hasn't been home for more than a day or two a time in the last month and so you'd think the room would be clean right? WRONG!!!!!!!!!! It's a mess. Not a horrible mess but a mess none the less.
But I just couldn't take it anymore. I tried to talk reasonably with her. I really did. But once she started raising her voice at me. That fine control over all that pent up anger I had towards her bullshit just snapped. I immediately found myself shouting at her at the top of my lungs. I just couldn't take it anymore. I was sick and tired of her shit. I had enough. I told her that too. I have NEVER been that aggressive to my knowledge. Maybe once, but I'm not sure. It got so bad that the cops were called because we were so loud.
Needless to say, she and I are more than likely not friends again (Considering we started out hating each others very beings.) and she's moving out, cause she doesn't like that she's 'being made the bad guy here' (her words). It's her own fault. She pushed herself away from me and our other roommate. She took advantage of our kindness and friendship. She didn't keep her word about her responsibilities and then blaming all that on her 'illnesses' (most of which everyone in the U.S. has be told they have it seems, even me.) and on her family.
I know I was in the wrong on the fact that I snapped like I did, but I know that I'm in the wrong and I took responsibility for it. She doesn't take responsibility for hers and her actions. She hadn't even told us that she was going to move out till she and started yelling about each other. But yeah...