Ok. I live in a 2 bedroom condo and have had a roommate for the past two years. But with my upcoming wedding this fall, things were going to need to change. My roommate was going to need to move out. Needless to say, that happened this past weekend.
I left for holidays on the 14 and came home on the 20. Me being the nice person that I am said that she could pay for half the month and since we’re good friends and I was gone she could actually move out on the weekend. I kept telling myself that if everything wasn’t gone by the time I came home on Monday that she would need to pay the other half of the month. But at the same time convincing myself that she’d have everything done and gone when I got home.
Two weeks before her move out date. It didn’t look like she had done anything. Except for the bits of packing she did when she would have a friend over helping her. The weekend before move out date she went out with two different guys that she had met online. Don’t get me wrong, everyone needs a social life, but when you are moving in a week and have a lot of packing to do because you’ve barely done anything, you shouldn’t make going on dates a priority over packing.
Well, I flew in on Monday to a text saying that she was just getting some last things from the condo, then a little while later there was one saying she was leaving. Ok, that’s fine. I’m half way home and I get another text saying ‘Oh shoot, I forgot some things. Can I get them on Saturday when I’m over?’ – So again, me being the nice person I am said ‘sure, as long as it’s not too big’. A few folded up boxes, the vacuum (which I was glad to have because I needed to clean a few things) and jackets were alright. But then I get home. I find some food in the fridge. More in the freezer. Some dishes and laundry stuff. The pile seemed to be adding up. So her little bit of things was adding up to be more than I originally thought and I was getting annoyed.
Two days later, I start getting over the frustration I had. Then I remember I had a bag of chips that I didn’t remember seeing anyway (yes, you can say it’s just a bag of chips, no big deal) but it’s the point of the matter. So I text her and ask, but also play somewhat dumb saying maybe I ate them and just didn’t remember (I knew I hadn’t but didn’t want to straight out blame her) Her response: ‘Ummm, I ate them. I tried to replace them but they weren’t at the stores I went to. I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before’ Say what? You ate them? You didn’t think to ask beforehand or even text me after the fact? I had to bring it up? And what do you mean you tried to replace them? Obviously you didn’t try to hard because if you know what store I typically shop at you would have been able to find that type!
I’m sorry. Yes, I am annoyed. I am frustrated. And I hate to say it, but a part of me is kinda glad I won’t have to deal with it all anymore.
She had her big move out day on Saturday. She was supposed to go on a second date with one of the guys from earlier that evening. It didn’t happen. I don’t want to hear that they went out on Sunday or Monday. I don’t want to hear that she made going on ANOTHER date more of a priority than to finish packing and cleaning (or finding my chips for that matter) I just, I don’t. No. I feel done. I’m annoyed. I’m ticked off. And a part of me wants to ask her to pay for the other half of the month because I already gave her 5 extra days to move out and I don’t know what she did with all her time.