Small signs of relief

I don’t know whether to cry, sing, or take a nap. My roommate is packed up and in the process of moving out. This has been one of the most stressful months I’ve had in a long time. My roommate is 22 years old. She has a 2 year old son and is seven months pregnant with her second child. I came to hate the 2 year old through no fault of his own. You see I blame the people in his life for the bad behavior problems he’s having. He’s 2 years old and his answer to everything is to flip the bird and call who ever he’s talking to a bitch. He’s 2 years old! He wasn’t born with these skills. I tried telling his mother that there is a better way but she doesn’t want a better way. This makes me sad but there is nothing I can do about it. Since I raised five myself I have a box full of children’s movies (Disney movies) one day the 2 year old woke up crying it was obvious to me the little guy didn’t feel good. I offered to let his mother put on one or more of my movies for him but she didn’t want to watch them so instead she put on a loud, graphically violent, adult movie for him, then wondered why her was hitting, kicking, and biting her. All I could do was shake my head. The part that really cheeses me is that she’s expecting another one…she’s going to create two of them. Now she’s moving out because I’m a bitch. So be it.

I ended up paying all the utilities that were suppose to be split. I ended up paying the full amount of rent that was suppose to be split. I ended up cleaning up after them. I ended up providing the household supplies. I was in no mood to foster them since she was not willing to cooperate. Okay, so I’m the bitch…it beats being on trial for murdering them. That is where I was headed if she didn’t take her son and get the hell away from me. I’m not a bad person, really. If she had been willing to help her child emotionally, I would have gladly helped. I was willing to read to him but I was not going to sit still for him hitting and cursing at me when I did. I was more than happy to let him enjoy my movies…I would have watched them with him but I wasn’t willing to have him destroy them. I offered she refused end of story.

Published in: on August 20, 2006 at 5:12 pm  Leave a Comment  

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