I honestly think my roommate needs psychiatric treatment:
She makes decisions and then gets angry at me. (Example: she reuses dryer sheets, and keeps them in the dryer for her convenience. She never told me this is something she does, so when I find dryer sheets in my dried clothes--I don't use those sheets--I threw them away, assuming they had been left in behind by accident when she dried something before I did. They were so used they were in shreds. A couple days later, on my day off, she stands outside my bedroom and demands I return her used dryer sheets, she needs them!!!1!!11!! :crazy: This fit woke me out of a sound sleep, and you know, it's never pleasant being awoken by a screaming pissed off person. Later when I talked to her about it, she laughed.)
- She is incredibly self-absorbed. About 3 weeks ago, I was nursing my best and only real friend here in Denver who was dying of cancer, one night I came home and started crying with the realization my friend was really going to die soon. Roommate was very sympathetic, gave me a hug and cooked me dinner. The next day I was crying about it to my counselor over the phone in the living room, and when I got off the phone, roommate asked me to not talk about my dying friend anymore because if made her upset, since she also has a friend with cancer. I stopped talking about my friend, even when she died a week later; roommate continued to tell me how worried she was for her friend.
- Here's another one: she doesn't like to watch tv when anyone else is in the room:crazy:, so she asked me last week if she could have the tv room to herself. I said no problem, I don't watch a lot of tv anyway since I'm always on DU, and I started staying in my room on nights when she was home. (She's a waitress and works nights.) And it really wasn't a problem for me, until yesterday fight when she complained she has to keep me entertained when she comes home from work. Now I'm pissed, because I've never asked her to entertain me and I should feel welcome to be in any damn room in my home any damn time I want to be there (except her bedroom, of course) .
Well, yesterday took the cake. I got back form my friend's memorial service and roommate was in the shower. I changed my clothes and sat down to log into DU. She got out of the shower and came into the tv room where I was sitting to have a serious talk with me about how she doesn't feel like she's living in her home any more because my artwork is on all the walls. (I have a large art collection.) But when I was decorating, I asked if she had any artwork she wanted to put up specifically because I didn't want her to feel like I took the place over. She said she had a few pieces in her room but she wanted to keep them in her room so she could have her "own space." Now she's angry at me because she wants to put it up in our shared space.
Well, I lost it and started yelling at her, because how self-centered do you have to be to pick a fight with someone who's just come from their best friend's funeral? She started yelling back and suddenly picked up a heavy glass vase with flowers and water and threw it across the room at me, shattering it against the wall. This was our landlord's vase that she had left for us to use. Then she came sweeping by me and--so help me God--I reached out to bitch-slap her out of her hysterics and into her right mind. She immediately threatened to call the police on me and have me arrested for assault. (Mind you, the cops have come to our house twice since I've lived here because she had such yelling fits in the backyard with a neighbor over that person's dog barking, plus when she was living with her ex, she was actually arrested because she was so violent during one of their fights.) But she didn't call the cops. She called our landlord to tattle on me. I left, taking my dog with me, and called a friend, sobbing with anger. She invited me and Bear over to her place, and after a while she suggested I go home and pack an overnight bag and sleep at her house last night.
I went home (roommate was at work) and couldn't get in the front door because she had put the burglar latch on it, and she did the same thing with the back door. She knows I use these doors--they've never had those locks on them before when I was out of the house. I called my landlord to get the code to get in the garage (of course I didn't remember it since I never use the garage), and while the landlord was on the I walked into the living room and roommate had taken all my artwork down from the walls, including a 5'x3' canvas, and large Mexican mirrors, and put them in my storage room. She damaged one of the pieces. I told my landlord what she had done and even my landlord was like, "WTF?!"
So now my landlord is coming over to mediate with us (like that's her job, poor woman), but I am seriously scared to live here now. I mean, if roommate gets so enraged she'll shatter our landlord's property, what's to stop her from smashing my $2000 table lamp or slashing one of my paintings? I am really freaking out--she seemed so nice and normal the first two months I was here (well, except for the 8 am neighborly screamfests), but now I truly believe she is psychotic.
It doesn't help that she wakes and bakes every day with the strongest weed I've ever smoked. (And that's saying a lot since I was a high end dealer in my wild and woolly youth.) She smokes large bowls all through the day, and even before she goes to work. I never believed in marijuana psychosis until I moved to Colorado and met a couple people who had gone around the bend constantly smoking this potent ganja. I really think this woman has it.
So I'm not sure what's going to happen when we sit down with the landlord tonight, but I'm sure roommate will be the calm, composed person I lived with the first two months I was here. She can fake normality really well. But I'm pissed and I'm scared. I don't want to move again. (I've moved 7 times in 7 years, whole different long story.) I love this house, and it's a great place for my dog. Plus I still have 9 months to go on my lease. My roommate's lease is up in December, but she's lived here for 3 years and the landlord is inclined to let her renew the lease.
I don't expect any of you to solve this freakazoid problem for me, but I really needed to vent before she gets home and the landlord comes over (in about 2.5 hours). My stomach is in knots. Anyway, thanks for listening to my rant. I'm so glad you all are here to keep me sane.
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