My roommate hasn't always brought out the worst in me. When she first moved in, I didn't really have any problems with her. She cleaned a lot, which I only found offensive when the first thing she did was clean the kitchen I had just finished cleaning. It was in December that she started to rub me the wrong way, but we had an entire six weeks apart. At the end of those six weeks, when she returned from wherever she was, was when she began to fully and completely annoy me, and slowly bring a side out of me that I had no clue existed.
We she returned that night in January, she arrived with 4 of her friends. Her friends are what originally brought out the bad in her. She knocked on my bedroom door and told me that for Christmas she had gotten a dog and that I was going to have to make sure my kittens stayed in my room. I'm sorry, but you want me to keep two 9 month old playful kittens locked away in a 10'x9' bedroom? No. Then she told me I needed to clean my dishes in the sink because her and her friends were going to cook. Cory and I had just sat down for dinner, it's not time for dishes just yet sweetheart.
She only got worse. She hasn't been working since December, and she's only taking 12 hours so she spends a lot of the daytime hours at home, with the door open so her dog has free range. Since my classes get out around 12 every day, by the time I get back, it's too late to let the kittens out. She does mini loads of laundry every day, making it very hard for me to do laundry when I need to. And despite the fact that when she leaves her load of laundry in the washer and I put it in the dryer, she does not do the same for me. Instead, she puts in on the floor forcing me to wash it again.
It finally got to a point to where I spoke up. She was playing her bass way too loud. It was like that car that you hear coming from 5 miles away and rattles your car as you wait for the light to turn green. I knocked on her door and asked her to turn it down. Sure, it was 11 in the morning, but I was trying to sleep after class. She did for a little while, but an hour later, it was even louder than where it originally was. That night, she had friends over where they partied it up until 2 AM. I understand people want to party, but she does not live alone in this apartment and I do not appreciate her and her drunk ass friends banging on the counters (I'm not sure why you would do it, but they do it a lot), laughing, and playing music while I am trying to sleep. On this particular night, I had work the next morning at 10 and I was not happy about my poor nights sleep. That night, before her and her friends went to the club, I asked her that if they returned that night, to please be quitter. For my sake they were, but that was the last bit of niceness I got from her. And it was the last she got from me.
The next Thursday night, she and her friends went out to the club and got drunk. They returned only to get more drunk. This is when a side of me that has never existed reared it's ugly head. My roommate is African American. I have never said a racist remark about any race ever before. I was raised better than that. That night though, they were being the stereotypical black people and words that have never been uttered were whispered very angrily to Cory about how they were being disrespectful and rude and cuss cluster after cuss cluster.
The next day was when I got my revenge. Our breaker box is in a room that isn't being rented, so technically it's supposed to be locked. However, our power has a tendency of going out, so maintenance allowed us to keep it unlocked. This was nice since our power went out twice and we didn't have to wait for them to turn it back on. But then I discovered that her friends were using it to sleep in and keep their pets in and other random things. So one day while passing by, I locked it with her stuff still in it. When she asked me if I had done it, I lied. Why would I do it?
Well, shortly afterward was the couple days of snow where I stayed at Cory's. One day when I came over to grab some more clothes, I found the door unlocked. I'm not sure how it happened, but it did. This time there was more in there, including what looked like a very expensive Victoria's Secret bra. Again, the door just happened to lock, and this time it was impossible to blame me because I hadn't been there in over a week.
Well, today while cleaning, I went to the fridge to grab some water. I noticed there was less food in the fridge. Less of my food and less of my Tupperware. She has decided to go home this weekend, so it just happened that while moving stuff around, I accidentally dropped one of her shot glasses. And when she put my dishes away, she just shoved them in my cupboards, so I will just do the same.
I know I was taught to be the bigger person, but when I was the bigger person, I was a mad person. So I will not get mad, I'm just going to get even.
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