So,
I live with my brother and his girlfriend. I hate his girlfriend. She is what you would call 'rotund' on a nice day. I only say this because she is an absolute raging psycho, but I digress.
I have been living with them for three hellish years and am luckily soon springing free with my boyfriend soon, so yes, I will be moving out. No need to suggest it lmao.
So, year one, where the shit begins. I get a two bedroom apartment. Told them they could rent with me if they paid half the rent. No big dogs as it makes rent higher. Guess what they do without asking? Get a fucking chocolate lab. Sound terrible? The dog is a fucking psycho puppy that tears up everything and pisses all over the place because his lazy ass human parents never take him out. I finally start taking him out so my house doesn't smell like a puppy mill.
We used to share a bathroom. Why do the good suffer you ask? No fucking clue. Apparently my brother's girlfriend is a legit wafflestomper. Yes. I know. 250 pounds at least. Waffle stomping. She said she felt 'unclean' just wiping and would take showers after shitting the toilet up and leave ACTUAL FECAL MATTER in the shower which I would have to bleach or it wouldn't get cleaned.
Why let them stay? He's my brother and my mom would make me feel like an absolute dick if I told them to leave. Yeah. Lovely.
How can it get worse you may ask? They would constantly steal hoards of food. No, not regular amounts. Enough to feed fucking Jabba himself. Not only that, but when they'd fucking BUY food finally, they'd label it as theirs. Yes, I finally labelled mine. Yes they still ate it.
They also never cleaned after themselves, but that seems to be a common roommate issue.
Fast forward to now. In a three bedroom. Have my own shower. Praise God.
Think it got better? No. Now they're attracting ANTS with how many nasty ass cans of Dr. Pepper they keep in their room. Have punched a hole in their bathroom wall. Leave the porch door open all night. Broke the garbage disposal. Leave the fridge doors open. Run the dishwasher for like, two fucking dishes. Who even uses a dishwasher??? They're called hands you lazy dicks. They also steal the only parking we are allotted because for some reason they now have TWO CARS.
Not only that. My brother brings RANDOM girls to the house to cheat on her with and she tries to cry to me.
I now just submerge myself in My 600 Pound Life, my boyfriend and lock my door.
Here's to shitty roomies! Thank God I'm out soon
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Now I have to deal with my super knotted hair which will be fun.
We recently took in 2 children (our other children are adults) and we seem to have forgotten some things. Iβm wondering if Iβm just letting them play in dirty water if I do the latter
FUCK.
What was your last functional adult fail?
Disclaimer: don't actually do this. Please use something stronger than string.
Sigh. Compared to depression where I'm like "yaassss I had a shower AND brushed my teeth"
It got pretty dirty so I want to clean it up. Kinda scared of ruining it's texture though
and sorry for my poor grammer :(
HOW THE FUCK DO I GO ABOUT BRINGING THIS UP BECAUSE HOLY SHIT HE'S A GROWN ASS MAN.
It was rough day, I got home around 11:30, I ate all the food I wasnβt supposed to eat. I sat around just reflecting on how yet again my dreamy personality had yet put me back in a sad place once reality stepped in.
Work was rough. People were being terrible. I looked in the mirror and the candles I had lit casted a hideous reflection in the mirror.
I have this choker I bought the last time someone I had given too much power over my own thoughts and happiness let me down. I purchased it two weeks into my sobriety as a sign of commitment to myself. I never wear it. It sits on my bathroom sink. I later added the tab from the last beer I drank, I donβt know why I have it. It seems like a reminder of the fact it took me three weeks to clean of my back porch. Its honestly embarrassing, but it feels like an important artifact.
I held this choker, closed my eyes and asked for whatever is out there to guide me. Then I thought of all the great things I have and thanked whatever for that. Showing graciousness always makes me feel better.
I then got in the bath, put on a meditation about starting a new day/the fresh start bullshit. It was the end of the day, but really any moment is a new beginning. And I needed this beginning to start now. For the first time, I was transported to a new place. A place that I could float stagnant and once I left it would be a new beginning. I felt myself hold onto a moment that was not past or future. The present, but suspended in time.
Once I opened my eyes, I was calm and realized that through this dread, sadness and self pity I had completely forgotten that today, right now, 12:30 2/1/2020 I was four months sober. That I had this strength all along. I had already forged a bright path, that I was already guiding myself to where I need to be. I had focused so hard of temporary feelings that I forgotten Ive been doing one of the hardest things Ive ever done. I am sick, but I am healing myself.
I began to sob, just sob, sob pure joy. Four months of learning who I am and actually caring about who I become. That hideous person in the mirror, a warrior. The people who contributed to my terrible day, irrelevant. Here I was in a place I had also dreamed and fantasized being. Sober.
