Just have to get this down in the only diary form I keep. My roommate continues her abuse. (See parts
1,
2, and
3 for back story.)
Today Roommate comes home tonight and accuses me of throwing her shower sponge on the bathroom floor out of spite. In truth, she tucks it into the hand towel rack and it may have fallen on the floor unnoticed by me when I dried my hands after using the toilet. This is from the woman who
still hasn't cleaned up the blood in the bathroom from when she cut herself picking up the heavy glass vase she threw at me; the woman who hasn't put her dishes in the dishwasher for a week; who has a piles of laundry in both the rooms she inhabits and also next to the washer in the very small back hall way. Then she accuses my dog of taking her dog's bone, when our house and yard are filled with half-chewed dog bones and the dogs regularly switch them off. The way she accuses me is like I've somehow taught my dog how to be spiteful to her dog. Meanwhile, her dog ate a pound of ground buffalo I was thawing on the back of a kitchen counter when I went to church this morning. :grr: Of course I don't tell her this because I find it best not to engage her unless I can't avoid it--no doubt she's accuse me of planting it there out of spite to her. :eyes:
What I've been doing pretty much ever since my friend left is retreating to my bedroom whenever Roommate is home. There I put my ear buds in and listen to tune while surfing DU. I did the same thing tonight. All of a sudden someone starts banging on the door. Like really pounding. The house is shaking. Not like a police knock, this is relentless and angry. I go out to find out what's going on, open the door and it's roommate, screaming "I made sure I unlocked this door when I left!" I had *no idea* that she had even left, so told her I hadn't left my room since she'd been home. (You'll recall that she locked me out of the house the night of our first fight. Project much?) Then she started raving about the temperature I keep the house--having flipped out earlier this week because I had the house at 68 while I was home.
That time she told me she wouldn't pay more than $100 in utilities,
ever! This from the woman who takes hour-long showers every day, twice a day if she has a date; who's always doing laundry, yet still has piles and piles of laundry everywhere (which says to me that she's doing a lot of washes with just a few clothes, her work clothes, probably, as she refuses to wash them with her other clothes even though she's a waitress and her "uniform" is jeans an a dark shirt). Anyway, I'm kind of scared right now, because she was as angry tonight as she was when she threw the vase at me. I also suspect she's run into some problem at work because she was working 40-50 hours a week, but she's down to about 20 this week. I know she's missed two days of work in the past couple weeks because she's been out partying too late and can't get up for her morning shift.
So where's the landlord on this? Landlord has finally agreed that she will terminate Katie's lease, that is, not give her the option to renew when it ends at the end of the year. She'll tell her this next week when she collects December's rent money. Landlord is also very worried about telling roommate because there's no way to tell how volatile Roommate will get when she hears this, or how any vindictiveness will play out. I've been looking for a new roommate already with Landlord's blessing. But I can't show the place at this point because the room folks would be renting is disgustingly dirty, as is what used to be our tv room but which is now her sloth cave. Landlord is consulting with her father, a retired cop and current landlord himself. I'm hoping he tells her to toss Roommate out on the sidewalk under police supervision, but I doubt that's going to happen. :(
I've been talking to a minister friend who thinks it sounds like Roommate is off her meds, and really, I think there might be something to that. (Although I still am sure there's an element of THC psychosis due to the amounts of kick-ass weed she smokes.) She was a pretty nice roommate the first three/four months I lived here, and then wigged out pretty suddenly. I know she's been on some kind of anti-depressant, though I could swear she said she was on some heavier med--but I might be imagining that based on how crazy she's been. My minister friend suggested I contact her family to find out her medical history, but I'm kind of scared to do that. What if her tells her? How infuriated will she get with me then? :scared: So I'm thinking of calling around to churches in the town she grew up in to see if I can find the family minister; I know her mother is pretty devout, and there are only a few churches of her denomination in her hometown. And then get another minister's opinion on the family dynamics. He'll probably talk to me since I've been a minister myself. I mean, if she's really off her meds her family should know that, right? That's in her best interests as well as mine, right?
What do you all think of that plan? Any other suggestions? Just please don't suggest I leave right this instant--I literally have nowhere to go and no money for a hotel, plus I have my dog.
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