Hello all,
I just wanted to run some issues by everyone, get some opinions. I moved where I am on Thanksgiving Day (essentially at the start of December), into the spare room in a house owned by a good friend of mine. We’ve been friends for 11 years (since high school), and when I got a job offer in a nearby city, he offered me the invitation to move in. I didn’t know anyone else up here, he could use the rent money, and he knew I was reliable and we’d both get along.
Well, so far, so good. He often inivtes me along to do stuff with him and his friends, but I deal with a lot of depression, and I often politely opt out. Occasionally I surprise everyone and go out. I always pay my rent immediately whenever he tallies up the month’s expenses, and more often than not, it is me who reminds him I owe him some money. I’m always eager to loan him my DVDs to watch or music to listen to, and I don’t mind sharing my food either. I am very respectful of the fact that it’s his house, and I try to not be bothered when I can hear him and his new girlfriend having loud sex in his room. Honestly, I am very happy for him, even if it makes me realize more and more how frustrated I am. I try to keep my own room and bathroom neat and orderly, and then there’s the kitchen.
My biggest issue making me a bad roommate (aside from my mopiness of late) has been my tendency to leave dishes in the sink. We have a dishwasher (which I’m not used to having), but I often finish cooking late at night, eat, and get tired, so I rinse off the dishes, pots, pans, etc. and leave them in the sink. Sometimes it takes me a few days to get back to everything and wash it. The other day, he came home and said/yelled “Hey man, this can’t go on. I don’t want to see your dishes in the sink anymore. You need to wash those as soon as you get home from work!” or something to that effect. It has obviously been eating at him for a while, but I had had a rough day and didn’t appreciate his tone.
I washed the dishes, angry the whole time, and later I said something like “Hey, if you want me to move out, I will. Just say so, but give me fair warning so I can find a place.” I don’t want to move out–I have a sweet deal here, and we are friends, but between being pissed, depressed, and paranoid lately, the timing sucked. I realize I should stay on top of my own mess in the kitchen better than I do, and I will make more of a conscious effort to do so in the future. I hate messes, honest I do, and I especially hate tension and confrontations. I will admit I was in the wrong, but he didn’t have to snap about it either. As far as I know, we’re still totally cool (which is fine with me), but I take everything extra-personally. So would you be pissed at me, or am I okay?