In November a friend of mine with a baby got kicked out of her sisters house. Since I had a two bedroom apartment and wasn't using a room I decided to let her stay with me.
I'm a 21 year old single guy living in downtown Kansas City.
Babies are incompatible with the ideal vision of my life but I let her and baby move in anyways.
She pays me zero dollars.
To date I have received zero dollars.
Also, since she doesn't have a car, for 80% of the stay she uses my car to drive to work. She works mornings I work nights it mostly works.
I receive zero dollars for this as well. Enterprise would have made a fortune from her.
From day one I'm expected to adapt my life to better accomodate her.
I'm not supposed to have friends over. I'm supposed to let her cats roam around the apartment. After my expensive furniture gets delivered, I'm supposed to continue to let cats roam all over the place.
So a series of conflicts starts.
Each and every fight ends with her going psycho screaming about how important her baby is and how important her animals are how dare I prioritize XYZ over her baby or whatever.
Eventually I just give up cause I'm tired of being yelled at and lack the balls to take action.
To date we have argued that:
Her cat, which pisses everywhere, must be confined to her room.
IF I WANT TO PRIORITIZE MY CARPET OVER HER ANIMALS I SHOULD HAVE A RIGHT TO DO SO!
Eventually, she gets rid of piss kitty.
Then she wants to turn my living room into a baby play land. Cramped as it is, after a few screaming matches, I win her stuff staying in her room.
IF MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR PLAN MEANS MORE TO ME THAN HER BABY'S HAPPINESS I THINK THATS OK TOO.
She thinks it makes me the devil.
Then I have some friends over. They smoke in the living room. I'm ok with it.
We're out here drinking she wakes up at 2 am and throws some fit about them giving her baby cancer.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER BABY. I'm sorry, but at this point in the story, I really start to snap.
I DIDN'T HAVE A FVCKING KID, SHE'S LUCKY I LET HER STAY HERE IN THE GOD DAMN FIRST PLACE, I'M TIRED OF BENDING OVER BACKWARDS FOR HER FOR NOT ONE DAMN CENT AND SHE HAS NO RIGHT TO DEMAND ANYTHING.
IF SHE WANTS LITTLE BABY NOT TO BE AROUND SMOKE SHE CAN FVCKING MOVE. IT'S HER JOB NOT MINE TO MAKE BABY'S ENVIRONMENT IDEAL.
So now we come to the end of our story. I'm tired of her going psycho screaming where I just give up cause I don't know what to do.
I tell one of my good friends the story.
He comes over and happens to be here for what ends up being her last screaming episode.
He has a drink or few while he's here.
She let's her god damned cat out of her room.
It happens without my knowledge.
Cat attacks furniture. I hear the sound of cat claws on furniture and freak out.
I go for cat. Cat runs under couch.
Cat will not escape. CAT WILL AT LONG LAST FACE JUSTICE.
It has attacked furniture without retribution before, cat and her will learn a lesson.
I am able to grip cats tail and back legs. Cat is removed from under couch and tossed into her room. Her door is slammed.
She decides her cats are going to have free reign.
She comes out screaming about how I almost killed it by pulling it's tail I'm an animal abuser etc.
I start to reply with just cause cat's are important to you they're not to me and If I want to protect my property I will. You be prepared to buy me new furniture if you want cats to have free reign.
She continues to yell at me and scream about how I'm satan and kitties are precious etc and I'm a dick etc.
I just sit there and listen just like always unable to do anything to control her.
Drunken friend isn't having it.
He gets up and starts screaming back my point of view. She decides to back him up against a wall by standing right in his ****** face screaming.
After thirty seconds of face to face screaming with his back against a wall he slaps her drink out of her hand.
She hits him in the face.
Five times.
She runs off into her room.
Inebriated friend goes to her door and tells her to get the fvck out here and resolve this like an adult and he'll forget she just attacked him.
She comes to the door and hits him eight more times in the face.
He pulls out the cellio and threatens to call the cops.
Because princess has warrants she finally leaves.
He never hits her.
Now, she's not here anymore and her living situation has turned to total crap overnight.
AM I THE BAD GUY?
WERE MY REQUESTS SO UNREASONABLE?
SHOULD I HAVE STOPPED MY FRIEND OR BEEN HAPPY HE FINALLY GAVE HER WHAT SHE PUTS OUT?
I'm a 21 year old single guy living in downtown Kansas City.
Babies are incompatible with the ideal vision of my life but I let her and baby move in anyways.
She pays me zero dollars.
To date I have received zero dollars.
Also, since she doesn't have a car, for 80% of the stay she uses my car to drive to work. She works mornings I work nights it mostly works.
I receive zero dollars for this as well. Enterprise would have made a fortune from her.
From day one I'm expected to adapt my life to better accomodate her.
I'm not supposed to have friends over. I'm supposed to let her cats roam around the apartment. After my expensive furniture gets delivered, I'm supposed to continue to let cats roam all over the place.
So a series of conflicts starts.
Each and every fight ends with her going psycho screaming about how important her baby is and how important her animals are how dare I prioritize XYZ over her baby or whatever.
Eventually I just give up cause I'm tired of being yelled at and lack the balls to take action.
To date we have argued that:
Her cat, which pisses everywhere, must be confined to her room.
IF I WANT TO PRIORITIZE MY CARPET OVER HER ANIMALS I SHOULD HAVE A RIGHT TO DO SO!
Eventually, she gets rid of piss kitty.
Then she wants to turn my living room into a baby play land. Cramped as it is, after a few screaming matches, I win her stuff staying in her room.
IF MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR PLAN MEANS MORE TO ME THAN HER BABY'S HAPPINESS I THINK THATS OK TOO.
She thinks it makes me the devil.
Then I have some friends over. They smoke in the living room. I'm ok with it.
We're out here drinking she wakes up at 2 am and throws some fit about them giving her baby cancer.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER BABY. I'm sorry, but at this point in the story, I really start to snap.
I DIDN'T HAVE A FVCKING KID, SHE'S LUCKY I LET HER STAY HERE IN THE GOD DAMN FIRST PLACE, I'M TIRED OF BENDING OVER BACKWARDS FOR HER FOR NOT ONE DAMN CENT AND SHE HAS NO RIGHT TO DEMAND ANYTHING.
IF SHE WANTS LITTLE BABY NOT TO BE AROUND SMOKE SHE CAN FVCKING MOVE. IT'S HER JOB NOT MINE TO MAKE BABY'S ENVIRONMENT IDEAL.
So now we come to the end of our story. I'm tired of her going psycho screaming where I just give up cause I don't know what to do.
I tell one of my good friends the story.
He comes over and happens to be here for what ends up being her last screaming episode.
He has a drink or few while he's here.
She let's her god damned cat out of her room.
It happens without my knowledge.
Cat attacks furniture. I hear the sound of cat claws on furniture and freak out.
I go for cat. Cat runs under couch.
Cat will not escape. CAT WILL AT LONG LAST FACE JUSTICE.
It has attacked furniture without retribution before, cat and her will learn a lesson.
I am able to grip cats tail and back legs. Cat is removed from under couch and tossed into her room. Her door is slammed.
She decides her cats are going to have free reign.
She comes out screaming about how I almost killed it by pulling it's tail I'm an animal abuser etc.
I start to reply with just cause cat's are important to you they're not to me and If I want to protect my property I will. You be prepared to buy me new furniture if you want cats to have free reign.
She continues to yell at me and scream about how I'm satan and kitties are precious etc and I'm a dick etc.
I just sit there and listen just like always unable to do anything to control her.
Drunken friend isn't having it.
He gets up and starts screaming back my point of view. She decides to back him up against a wall by standing right in his ****** face screaming.
After thirty seconds of face to face screaming with his back against a wall he slaps her drink out of her hand.
She hits him in the face.
Five times.
She runs off into her room.
Inebriated friend goes to her door and tells her to get the fvck out here and resolve this like an adult and he'll forget she just attacked him.
She comes to the door and hits him eight more times in the face.
He pulls out the cellio and threatens to call the cops.
Because princess has warrants she finally leaves.
He never hits her.
Now, she's not here anymore and her living situation has turned to total crap overnight.
AM I THE BAD GUY?
WERE MY REQUESTS SO UNREASONABLE?
SHOULD I HAVE STOPPED MY FRIEND OR BEEN HAPPY HE FINALLY GAVE HER WHAT SHE PUTS OUT?