ok... though my experiences may not have been as severe - prior to my current living arrangements (one roommie, friend through the military, believe it or not) I had my own swingin' bachelor pad - in May, when I have my own place again... I will never again have a roommate who is either not wearing a ring I gave them, or generated from 50% of my DNA... below is a cut and paste from an email to a friend after I had already vented to them some of my frustrations with the current roommate...
I had an epiphany last night...
It started on the drive home and came to a conclusion as I walked into the apartment and was greeted with a kitchen full of dirty dishes and the waft of garbage coming from under the sink...
Obviously, this has all been my own fault...
1. If she's only taken garbage out twice since July, once with me asking her to help, 'cause there was too much garbage to take myself, how can I expect her to know where the dumpster is?
2. And another thing, I mean, really, how insensitive can I be? Five or six nights a week I'm the one who makes the mess in the kitchen by cooking - I should really clean up my own mess. All I have to do is scrape the plates and put them in the dishwasher! Following that same line of logic, I filled the dishwasher, I should really empty it.
3. If I have a problem with using the dishcloth to mop the floor then shouldn't I be the one to wash it and reclean the kitchen? I mean, cats are clean animals right? Even after they use the litterbox and walk across the kitchen floor, right?
4. And besides, how is she supposed to know the mop and pail are right behind the vacuum? She only took out the vacuum once and couldn't figure out how to work it.
So really, I'm just being an a$$ - and I should work on my attitude problem. That's what I think.
All for now...