Its summer. July was our hottest month this year with temperatures of 110+ degrees F. I live with a roommate who was also a co-worker of mine. We both needed to move out. I wanted to get out of an abusive household and she was tired of being in a cramped house with 8 people inside. So, we both agreed to find an apartment and live together in peace.
Skip ahead to summer.
Now we don’t live in the best apartments. Ours is old, and she wanted to live on the upper floor (2 stories high), so we get a balcony with the roof. She doesn’t live here. She is part of the lease, her furniture is here, some of her food is here, but she doesn’t *live* here. She’s miraculously back at the same house with 8 people because her boyfriend lives there. I understand, don’t go away from your love. I respect that.
However...
When I get her complaining in my ear about 170$ electric bill, and it increases as the temperature increases outside, it pisses me off. I work nights, which means I am in this apartment during the hottest and most brutal time of the day. The sun beats down on the roof, making this apartment considerably hotter than the ones beneath us. So the AC doesn’t shut off, despite being at 73 degrees. I turn it off when I leave, so its off for a good 8-9 hours each night I work. Then I turn it back on when I get home because even the evening air outside makes it well over 85 degrees inside. Thats as hot as the kitchen where I work with open flames. Think I want to sleep in that?
Roomie...we agreed to live here and split the bills regardless of what happens. You have a full time manager position, I work as a waitress. You have all your food made for you at your boyfriend’s house, and the support of 8+ people and make a solid 18$ an hour. I am alone, I sleep here, I put food in OUR fridge, I clean OUR apartment, I arrange all repairs, I take care of the integrity of the apartment to make sure we get our deposit back, I TURN OFF THE LIGHTS YOU LEAVE ON WHEN YOU VISIT FOR 10 MINUTES. I even mop up your fucking tea (that I made) that you spill in front of the fridge.
If I want to sleep with the AC turned on and enjoy my sleep during the day before I work a longass night to grind for tips while you sleep soundly, THEN I’M KEEPING IT ON!
What the hell do you think I do here? Turn on all lights and leave the patio open and wave the cool air goodbye with a tissue? Think I’m throwing rave parties with 1000 strobe lights?! I stay in my fucking room, my dark gothic room with 1 light that I hardly use because I prefer the grim candlelight. Maybe if you slept here for a single night and LIVED here like you wanted, you would understand a thing or two. But you don’t.
But why the hell do you care? You make 2k a month, and I struggle just to make 500$ and I still manage to keep everything together and I go without while successfully paying half our bills on time. Maybe if you stopped buying useless cheap clothes at Victoria’s Secret every paycheck because the shit they make falls apart after the first wash, or eating out every fucking day, you wouldn’t mind helping your roommate out and pay half for a damn bill that would’t make a dent in your bank (70$-85$) - whereas I have to choose between getting gas or getting groceries for a week.
This is why I want solitude, to be away from everyone and be truly alone. I only need my girlfriend. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get away from garbage people in my life.








