Haven't written lately because I've been staying with Richie..
He went with me to the house on Sunday. When we got there at 9 a.m., Jon was in the shower. His computer was still out in the living room right by my couch. He hadn't bothered to move it even though I asked him to and Neil flat out told him to. I had left sticky notes on the screen telling him if it wasn't gone by a certain date, I would move it. So I did.
Granted, we waited a solid 45 minutes because I was going to ask him one more time, but after waiting that damn long, we did it on our own.
When he got out of the shower at 9:55, he freaked out, and started cursing at me. I laughed it off, and he went into his room, slammed the door and got dressed for work.
When he came out, he continued to berate me. As he was leaving, he made a rude comment about overstepping my boundaries and told me "if you break anything you buy me a new one," which I told him was ridiculous because he had his landlord's orders to move it himself a week ago and failed to.
His response? "Shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch."
Which pissed me off to an insane degree, so I went down the stairs to the landing and asked "What the fuck did you just call me?"
He repeated himself and shoved me backwards - he fucking tried to push me down the stairs! I grabbed his shirt as I was falling, landed hard on the railing, and as I was steadying myself he put up his hand like he was going to hit me.
So I ducked his punch and threw one of my own. I hit him pretty hard in the nose. He claims it bled, I don't remember.
Next thing I know, Richie was standing in front of me pinning Jon against the wall and telling him to get away from me.
By this time the whole house was awake and staring at us.
Jon cursed at me some more and went to his room to change shirts. As he was finally leaving, he said "It's your fault if I'm late to work, bitch."
I laughed and told him that people who are concerned about getting to work on time don't take hour-long showers, to which Julie replied "Yeah, shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch."
That part made me laugh. Apparently she was watching the whole thing.
So anyway, I've been looking for a new apartment (even though Neil told me I don't have to move out because he knows Jon is the problem). I found one I like in Laurel, so I'll probably move there.
It's $870 a month, which is a LOT, but I think it will be worth it. No roommates. 1 bedroom, my own bathroom, kitchen and living room. And it's 5 minutes from work. I will gladly pay that much to have some privacy once and for all.
Scott will be here next Friday, so I need to have a place by then.
I hate being a big girl.
He went with me to the house on Sunday. When we got there at 9 a.m., Jon was in the shower. His computer was still out in the living room right by my couch. He hadn't bothered to move it even though I asked him to and Neil flat out told him to. I had left sticky notes on the screen telling him if it wasn't gone by a certain date, I would move it. So I did.
Granted, we waited a solid 45 minutes because I was going to ask him one more time, but after waiting that damn long, we did it on our own.
When he got out of the shower at 9:55, he freaked out, and started cursing at me. I laughed it off, and he went into his room, slammed the door and got dressed for work.
When he came out, he continued to berate me. As he was leaving, he made a rude comment about overstepping my boundaries and told me "if you break anything you buy me a new one," which I told him was ridiculous because he had his landlord's orders to move it himself a week ago and failed to.
His response? "Shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch."
Which pissed me off to an insane degree, so I went down the stairs to the landing and asked "What the fuck did you just call me?"
He repeated himself and shoved me backwards - he fucking tried to push me down the stairs! I grabbed his shirt as I was falling, landed hard on the railing, and as I was steadying myself he put up his hand like he was going to hit me.
So I ducked his punch and threw one of my own. I hit him pretty hard in the nose. He claims it bled, I don't remember.
Next thing I know, Richie was standing in front of me pinning Jon against the wall and telling him to get away from me.
By this time the whole house was awake and staring at us.
Jon cursed at me some more and went to his room to change shirts. As he was finally leaving, he said "It's your fault if I'm late to work, bitch."
I laughed and told him that people who are concerned about getting to work on time don't take hour-long showers, to which Julie replied "Yeah, shut the fuck up, you whiny bitch."
That part made me laugh. Apparently she was watching the whole thing.
So anyway, I've been looking for a new apartment (even though Neil told me I don't have to move out because he knows Jon is the problem). I found one I like in Laurel, so I'll probably move there.
It's $870 a month, which is a LOT, but I think it will be worth it. No roommates. 1 bedroom, my own bathroom, kitchen and living room. And it's 5 minutes from work. I will gladly pay that much to have some privacy once and for all.
Scott will be here next Friday, so I need to have a place by then.
I hate being a big girl.
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Anyway I can testify to the wonderfulness of privacy. I think you will like it very much.
Jesus that guy sounds like a prick. I HATE that you had to go through that, but kudos for whacking him. Dude got beat down by a girl
Get the Hell outta there. A little privacy is a good thing.