So, as described here, I moved into a nice house in a nice neighborhood with a roommate and her 9 year-old son. After living alone for many years, with my kids, this was a huge adjustment for me. I was very wary going into it, especially after moving in and seeing how she is with her dogs, and my fears were apparently not unfounded. Life is hell here, and I have begun to really hate this woman.
Since moving in, besides the whole dog fiasco, which has not gotten any better, I have found out that this woman is 1)an alcoholic- she got an extreme DUI last weekend and will be paying thousands of dollars between her lawyer and fines, which is kind of my business since she doesn’t have a job and her finances were tight to start with 2)having an affair with a married man, who she has at the house quite often, which makes me very uncomfortable and 3)regularly buying prescription narcotics off of the black market for her “fibromyalgia pain”. Having found out all of these things about her makes me want to run away from her- after all, if she has no moral compass, what would be to stop her from fucking me over? Nothing, I presume.
Not only have I been confronted with these failings on her part, she is also quite moody and petty. I really can’t stand a moody person. I strive to be fairly even-tempered, and although I do have my bad moods and PMSy days, I’m basically the same person day after day and I try not to be someone that other people need to tiptoe around. Not so her. We seem to be constantly embroiled in petty emotional issues, and she does things like giving me the silent treatment, talks about me negatively on the phone where I can hear her, is very snappy and hateful to my son and I, etc. We seem to have drastically different personalities, lifestyles, moralities, types of friends, etc. I wish that I had known these things before I moved in, but she wasn’t really forthcoming about the way she really lived.
So, in short, I hate her, I hate living here, and I’m stuck, as right now I’m pretty much broke and can’t afford to move out. Damn the day I made the decision to move in here. Although my old apartment and neighborhood were pretty intolerable, at least I was alone (besides one kid, who I get along with pretty well). Dammit.