The roommate is getting annoying and pissing me off. I try to be understanding but when his irritating, obnoxious coughing starts I have bite my tongue and grit my teeth and try not to let it bother me. And he makes a weird crazy sound about every 5 minutes it seems like. It’s a cross between someone clearing their throat or something.
I keep thinking he does it to make me mad but I confronted him at least twice and he swears that he is not doing it to bug me. But I know people are liars. I can usually keep relatively calm but not today. Sometimes I’ll mimic him and do the irritating noise back at him (like our neighbor upstairs does) ( I hate the neighbor too, but for different reasons.)
And the month I moved in this 57 year old roommate told me he’s “messy”. I lived here for two months and I didn’t think he was that messy. I was expecting puddles of milk on the floor or spaghetti sauce stains covering the counter but he wasn’t that bad. But I took it upon myself to do most of the cleaning which is mainly the kitchen and the bathroom.
Luckily we both have good habits and the bathroom stays clean. But last week I told him we are going to split the cleaning and he picked the kitchen and I got the bathroom. No big deal. But for my first four months here I would wait until he went to bed t about 9:00 pm and then I would get up and fix myself some snack and do the dishes and clean the kitchen.
He leaves boxes of food and his coffee can and a container of vegetable oil out on the counters so I put it back neatly every night and wiped the counters and wipe the stove. But last week, he picked the kitchen so I stopped doing any cleaning in there cold turkey. And the kitchen went downhill this past week.
He cooks without cleaning the counters or the stove afterwards. (he’s not schizophrenic by the way, he had brain damage as a kid and got psychotic). But I look at what he does in there and I just marvel at , how can someone think it’s OK to drop sh*t on the floor and not pick it up?
I can’t fathom how he thinks its OK to live with someone you don’t know well and just leave dirty plates at the table or leave jars of peanut butter out for a week. I hold my tongue but I almost lost my temper when I got home from work today and looked at the kitchen that I went to all that trouble to keep clean for 4 months and this guy trashes it in seven days.
I’m calming down but I have to sit this guy down for a talk. I don’t need the aggravation and I’m not going back to living in a pig sty like my last board & care home was. This is a nice apartment and easy to keep clean and if this paranoid schizophrenic can be neat and clean so can that guy who brags every week about having six children with six different women.
He thinks its cool but if he could read my mind he would know that I don’t find it cool at all. I think he should be ashamed, not proud. And I’m going to ask him how many of these kids did he put through college or supported while they were growing up. Because I already know the answer: none of them. OK, I needed to vent and get that off my chest. There’s a lot more but this is all for today. Thanks.