Roommate is trying to kick me out over my cat finally hopping on the counter and top of the fridge. Not even joking.
He's a 'fire hazard' cuz he sometimes leaps on the (off) stove. It's an electric stove. I make sure it's cold before I leave it unattended cuz I've had cats for over a decade. They've only had dogs, and it shows in how they pet and talk (yell at) Mortimer (cat's name).
They keep flip flopping.
One day they're trying to kick me out, the next they're begging me to cosign on a fucking car so they can learn to drive. Then they want me out again, but suddenly they're dragging me along to an open house to look for a new apartment together.
I have no money rn cuz i only just started my new job and my first paycheck got ate by my debt.
I'm not on the lease, but I've been here for almost a year. I'm leaving this fucking place without a proper eviction.
They can bite me.
(We're both autistic and Trans (me trans masc, them trans fem, both enby) if that matters at all)
And the kitchen stuff they're telling me to leave? I bought it all. Microwave, two coffee makers (they immediately broke the first one I bought a week after I bought it), cookware, food. I don't pay rent or utilities, but I buy everything else. Food for *both* of us (mainly them because they eat like a horse, their words and my witness), hobby supplies for them, their monster and coffee, their dunkin, their fast food, their ubers, every-fucking-thing else came from me to make up for it.
They've broke three of my umbrellas, never got what I asked for for me (with my money) only ever remembered to get their shit, lost my almost 300 USD portable power bank (and their own important docs on the same bus trip), had me pay for *two* bus tickets after their situationship failed twice and they wanted to come home, broke the first coffee maker as I've mentioned.
And that's not even the worst part.
They don't flush (#1 or #2).
They don't wipe.
They rarely shower.
They subside mostly on coffee and monster and take walks all the time, so you can imagine the smell...
They don't do the dishes, but they cook constantly. They'll cook a basic meal and somehow wind up with the food baked onto the stove, and have at least three pots and pans in the sink with the cans of tomato sauce or coffee grounds or egg shells in there as well.
They're always on their phone. And I mean *always*. Either their phone or their laptop. They've brought said laptop into the bathroom with them while on the toilet. On a separate occasion they were in the bathroom for *two hours*. And didn't flush after either.
They half listen to everything I say. They got a big bag of adult cat food for my now six month old kitten after I asked them to get kitten food (specifically kitten food).
They walk too fast when we go places, so I, with my athletes asthma and shit legs, am always left at least a good twenty to thirty feet behind them when we walk anywhere. (I always try to walk upwind of them...)
They're the most inconsiderate, incompetent person I've ever met, and I'm surprised they're 22 years old. This cannot be an adult.
They come from a wealthy family (like *upper* middle class) and have clearly never had to slum it like we are currently. Every little issue they have is a reason to kick me out.
I lost my job (and so did most of the staff after a whole new staff was hired)? "You need to be out of here by April". Then suddenly they want me to sign on a car before I even officiate my *new* job.
My cat *gasp* acts like a cat? We need to be out within a week.
They never discuss things with me. They just go for a walk and text me that I need to leave. That they can't handle me anymore. They act like I do *nothing*.
I have a job. I get paid biweekly (every two weeks). Around 350/360 USD each pay check by my guesstimates.
They don't not (no shade, I hate work and wish is didn't have to). They have survivorship disability that comes in once a month. 1600/1700 USD.
You know what they spend their money on after bills (at least 600 USD rent + utilities combined, so they have 1000 USD left over at least)? Not food. Not meds. Not personal, important items like, y’know, *soap* or *toilet paper*.
Statues.
Statues from fucking Greece. (We're both also helpol.)
They're mini, so they're not crazy expensive, but they *keep buying them*! Every single time. At least three at a time every time. It wipes them out each time and then they acted shocked when they have no money left over.
They also buy divinations from friends, also expensive.
Me? Like I said, I buy everything other important thing. Food, toiletries, a new coffee maker, a new umbrella cuz oh no they lost or broke theirs, take out cuz "I'm just not feeling what's in the cabinets/fridge tonight." And I don't make much, even at my old job I didn't make much, so I have nothing left to save or put to the side or get anything nice for myself.
A final few picture of the 'fire hazard' for you for reading all this.
