FROM THE ROOMMATE CRISIS BEGINS
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My Former Roommate Fell In Love With Me And Took Me Hostage!
I knew the first time that I saw her apartment that it was a far cry from "a little messy" and standing in the doorway staring in, I knew that soon we'd either be on a rescue mission if she had any other roommates stashed in there, instead of a cleaning expedition. Four Months after moving in with her, she took me hostage and refused to let me leave telling me she would "never let me betray her. She had let others leave, but not me. She loved me. She was in love with me and she'd never let me go."
Perhaps we should talk about the very first time that I ever saw her apartment…..
While working one evening, CC was telling me that her apartment manager was going to be by soon to do inspections and it was messy. I, being OCD and everything having its place, sympathized. I told her in the event that she needed help, just to let me know. Turns out, before I moved in, she needed that help. She said, now it’s messy. It looks nothing like
your apartment. I nodded and said okay, I’m sure we can handle it. She opened the door to the apartment and it looked like the landfill had opened a new location. My mouth fell open and I just stood there in the entryway of the apartment, staring inside at everything strung about half hazard, clothes all over the place, dishes all over the places, papers strung everywhere, CD’s and DVD’s on the floor and the fact that it looked like she robbed Best Buy or Circuit City and their electronics department was sitting in her living room, on a desk, on the coffee table which was tile and broken,
on the floor along the wall extending down the hallway to her room where we would find… that’s right- more electronics such as TV’s, computers, printers, printer cables, keyboards, speakers, mice…. OMG comes to mind. Apparently seeing my expression, she immediately piped up with, “well, I haven’t been home much and I work all the time. You know this. You make my schedule.” I should have realized then and there this was a bad idea and that she was not going to take responsibility for anything, especially her own actions and issues. I wrote it off as, “she’s right. She has been working a lot. I understand.” Though, I was having a hard time understanding, I was trying my best to give her the benefit of the doubt that it was not always like
this. Who could possibly live like this? I started in the living room. I could hear her in the kitchen rattling dishes and silverware like it was a restaurants rush hour. I heard a loud clattering sound that made me jump! I glanced over the bar, into the kitchen and saw what the clamor had been. She had taken the entire sink full of what looked like several months worth of silverware or a very large dinner party, which I am suspecting was not the case here or the guests were buried in the avalanche of mess and we would soon be on a rescue mission instead of a cleaning expedition, and she was dumping them into a grey, Rubbermaid container which thankfully, had a lid. She filled it with a bottle of dishwashing soap and water and put the lid on it and then pushed it against the wall between the refrigerator and the cabinet. My puzzled expression must have led her to say “I’m gonna let those soak okay.” What was I going to say? “No! Absolutely not! You clean those dried on, gooped up, once called silverware, right now Missy!” No. I had agreed to help her clean. I did not agree to be her life coach and cleaning instructor nor her mother and I should not have opened the door to being the maid.
KINDLE: THE ROOMMATE CRISIS FOR MORE!!!!!
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