So the roommate and I talked. I went right in and told her she needs to leave. I need to be proud of that. In my daily grind a lot of people come to me with wild stories, like shit "normal people" wouldn't believe. Like stories of trauma or psychosis that are not my place to judge or decide if the story is true or not. My job is to listen. And I do that across the board. I listen and grant them the benefit of the doubt. So when my roommate tells me she leaves the window open because she can't breathe but also has the heat going, I'm inclined to believe it. I don't have her lungs so I don't know. Anyway, I told her to move out and she asked why and we glossed over the major issues quick because I didn't want to rehash anything. We said we'll see by the end of the week. I told her it seems she doesn't care anymore. She said she does. So here we are trying yet again. I get the sense that she was playing dumb when she said she didn't recall the events of last night with the shower. I do recall she was drunk and high but I don't know if she's being honest. I'm not gonna try to judge that. I'm just gonna be on alert because I don't want her retaliating because like I said, she's passive aggressive and apparently she doesn't remember her acts of stupidity. So I'm gonna hide my valuables which are few and far between. The only things that are important are my professional clothes because I need those for work and my binders because I need those for living. Anyway, I did it. I prayed about it first and then I went out there and approached her and said what I needed to say and I didn't even know I was strong enough to do it because I've never had to do it but I did it.
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