Katherine.Nichole

Recently received news that’s putting even more stress on my plate.
The roommate is moving out, leaving Addison and I with $200 added on to our bills.
I barely make $400 a month, my bills are going to be $300.
Meaning I have $100 to spend on eating, gas, replacing work clothes when they get ruined, and everything else.
I’m trying to save money, but with this kind of budget that isn’t going to happen. 

Now I’m expected to just pack up and move to his parents house, but that isn’t a great option for me. That means I have to quit my job, get rid of my pets, drive in weather that I’m not used to driving in, wake up at 5:30 in order to get to class on time most days, and a lot of other stuff. It may be the only option, but I’m not okay with moving in with his parents. On top of all the problems it causes for me, it’s just awkward. As a result I will see my parents even less than I already do because they won’t make a two and half hour drive to visit me, they rarely drive an hour to see me. I feel selfish for saying I don’t want to do it though.

I don’t know what to do.
:/ 

Around two months ago my boyfriend’s cousin, who we will all Dan, was having issues at home and wanted to leave more than ever before. We were looking for a new place to move into because the first apartment just wasn’t cutting it. We were kind enough to let his cousin move in. 

I regret that more than anything now. We helped him out a lot and now Dan’s pretty much a piece of shit. We figured his childish ways would last a few weeks, but dear God, it’s been two months now and if anything he has gotten worse.

One reason he wanted to move out was he thought maybe it would help him straighten up some. He was a huge partier, and now it’s worse. The main rule we have is “Party there, not here” because the only thing he owns in this house is his bed, x-box, clothes, and a bed-side table. What are the chances of our things getting broken if he throws a party or something? Veryyyy high! So what does he do? Party here when we are gone and then lies about it when it’s obvious they have been drinking. The first weekend we knew he had been partying in the apartment was when we came home to about 4 ping pong balls all around the apartment, he claims they were playing “water-pong.” I called bullshit and moved on. But then a couple of weekends we were gone and he had people over. They played Life and didn’t put all the pieces up. I just now got around to sorting all of my games and organizing them. What do I find in the Life box? A beer bottle cap. I wonder what kind of excuse he’ll have then? It should be something amusing to say the least. 

He doesn’t help out around the house at all. Addison and I both work and go to school, that consumes our lives as it is. His cousin simply works, that is it. He has plenty of time to help out. He has off Wednesdays, he could at least wash his dirty dishes and maybe the towels on Wednesdays, but they always consist of him sitting in front of the television, playing x-box all day! That’s just uncalled for. He also has Saturday and Sunday off, but since he’s a partier he’s always sleeping until two or three, hungover when he wakes up, and partying a few hours later. Addison and I rarely sleep in EVER due to school and then of course we have to wake up and clean on the weekends. That just isn’t fair. What if we want to sleep in for once? We can’t let the apartment turn into a dumpster though. 

Last weekend when he had his friends over they were too drunk to have respect for us. Dan was passed out when we woke up, with his bedroom door wide open. I went to get cereal and noticed the bathroom light was on, the front door was open and there were blankets all over the apartment. If you are too drunk to remember to shut the front door, I don’t think you need to be at my apartment, or driving for that matter. Dan claims that they didn’t drink, but once again I’m calling bullshit on that because he couldn’t go a weekend without drinking. 

He runs up out electric bill so much and it’s just not fair. He also eats about two thirds of the groceries we buy (cause we all three go in together and get groceries) and Addison and I get about a third of the groceries. He’s managed to ruin one of my mixing bowls, he burnt a hole through the bottom of it. He’s on the verge of breaking my washing machine and drier. He uses the drier everyday to get the wrinkles out of his shirt, we have an iron for that, or you could even try actually hanging your clothes up for once. He overloads the washing machine and keeps it on “Extra Small Load.” He doesn’t put his dirty dishes in the sink, nor does he wash them. He doesn’t pick up his pop cans. He doesn’t take out the trash, except for on the weekends, and that’s because he thinks he can get away with lying to us about drinking at the apartment. He’s messed with the air and caused one of my ferrets to get a cold from it. He’s just generally messy. He has a pile of clothes and a towel in the living room floor currently because they were found in the bathroom. The dirty clothes hamper for towels was literally two inches away from him when he was finished with his towel. And he has a hamper for his dirty clothes too. He takes MY couch pillows and throws in his room, making them stink, and leaving them in the floor. I moved the couch out today and there were like 10 french fries, chips, and other things under the side of the couch he sits on (of course, I cleaned that up). Half the time he can’t remember to turn the oven off when he uses it.

I’m sure there is plenty more I can say, but I’m done. He’s ridiculous and I hate my situation. I really do. It’s not even completely a matter of respect, it’s just simply he needs to grow up. He is almost 21, we are 19. I think you should be a little more mature than we are. I feel like we are his parents, and I don’t want to feel like that. 

I miss how simple and easy things were when I lived with my parents or in my dorm.
I could be alone when I wanted to (for the most part), I had my person space, money was never an issue.
Why did I choose the difficult path?
This looked like the best option at the time, now I’m wondering. 
Now I have rent, bills, groceries.
I’m constantly stressed about not having enough work.
At the beginning of summer I had 30 or more hours a week.
Now that school has started back I’m lucky to be scheduled 15 hours a week.
Last week I probably didn’t even make $80 after taxes are taken out of my check.
That’s pathetic. I don’t want all of my money going to bills, I should be able to act like a teenager and have fun when I want.
But on that subject, I don’t even have friends up here to have fun with.
I have my boyfriend who constantly has work. Our work schedules are complete opposites. He’s off all weekend and usually I’m expected to work all weekend.
We have every single class together, but that’s already causing tension.

Ugh. I just really hope things start to look up soon. I don’t think I can handle any drastic issues.  

This class will be the death of me for multiple reasons. 
:/