I feel like I ranted about this a lot in the old thread but HERE'S CAE AGAIN WITH THE WEATHER,
IT'S RAINING
ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD
but for god's sake my shitty roommate is now lying about eating my leftovers from dinner at literally midnight Sunday morning and tried to pin it on my partner (who went to bed at the same time as me, and also who got out of bed, showered, and left for work at the same time as me SUNDAY MORNING). She's been home literally all day!! My other roommate ate my pizza but I'm not as mad about that, I didn't pay for that pizza (I work at a pizza shop and we get to take flop pizzas home sometimes), but my partner was really sweet and thoughtful and ordered my favorite takeout for us to eat; and I was so tired I couldn't eat much, so I asked them to put it in the fridge in the usual spot I put it in.
It was in there before I went to work at 10am, I know this because I was contemplating whether or not to bother making coffee based on the expiration date of the milk (the answer was "no" because roommate always tells me to buy milk so she can cook with it THEN NEVER FUCKING DOES).
It was gone when I came home. I'm standing there, staring at the fridge in confusion - my takeout container? My styrofoam holder of all things garlic-parm-and-chicken-wing??? GONE, FUCKING GONE.
My roommate comes clambering down the stairs, then stops at the bottom of the stairs and doesn't move for a minute before coming around the stairs, going "[My naaaame], our cats are asshooooles~" in her stupid sing-song voice she uses right before she starts bitching about something (that I usually don't give two shits about) or starts whining about how awful work was (again, I don't give two shits because it's LITERALLY THE SAME COMPLAINT EVERY TIME that her bosses can't hire competent people or that her hours are getting cut because her job is seasonal and based on when sports games are because apparently having a "steady job" is too fucking demanding of someone who won't do dishes, won't do her laundry unless she's desperately out of clothes, but tells me in this snide tone that "dishwashing IS self care!" while our sink is packed to bursting with HER FUCKING DISHES).
I interrupted her and told her, "Have you seen my food?" because I'm not playing twenty goddamn questions. She gets this annoyed look on her face and rolls her eyes and says, "Is it a black takeout container?" I say yes and she points at the trash, "Someone ate it." I ask who and she proceeds to PULL THE CONTAINER OUT OF THE TRASH AND YANK ONE OF OUR ACTUAL FORKS OUT OF THE CONTAINER. That was the container my partner had their food in, sometimes they accidentally toss the forks out in the bargain. But it was the ONLY container in there and I told my roommate the above information, and she immediately deflected it with "Oh it was our other roommate." I don't know if it was him but I doubt it - he always asks or messages us first about leftovers in the fridge after our girl (I hesitate to call her a woman because she acts like a five year old) roommate threw a fit about her moldy leftovers getting tossed out.
I no longer love cooking because she will come downstairs from her room and stick her nose in it, telling me to do it a different way because she likes it better that way or that "Oh, that's not how my dad cooks/bakes/etc that." I'm not dating her and I never have. My partner and I are not really in an open relationship anymore, they and their boyfriend had a mutual breakup a few months back but things got a little awkward. But she admitted she won't date women or DFABs anymore "because of the drama." Oh, really????
She also made really nasty comments about my partner earlier this year regarding a blowout argument they and I had over the way they were handling tabletop game secrets between player/GM vs everyone knowing about it OOC and having to pretend they don't. She called my partner manipulative and controlling and that I should watch my ass for that behavior elsewhere. My partner has never acted that way in our personal lives toward me and only had those issues because of a major fuckup on all our parts in an Ironclaw campaign! If anything my partner has taught me how not to be an asshole because of how my parents treated each other when I was growing up. But no, she hates the way they want all the secrets out and refused to listen to me when I said I was going to have a conversation with them about it - she said it was pointless, that they weren't going to budge, and that I should be mindful of the way they treat me.
Bitch what???
This, coming from the asshole who gaslights me about my own fucking cat, about my own fucking words? About conversations we've had the same damn day, about foods I like/dislike/absolutely loathe?!? The bitch who keeps trying to make me eat mochi (hate it, hate it, fucking hate it, slimy gross bullshit), paneer and curry (I CAN'T EAT INDIAN FOOD, something in it makes me INSANELY sick and I'm too afraid to keep trying to eat it to narrow it down plus I fucking hate rice because it's all she fucking cooks and the house stinks of it and she almost ruined one of my good pots making it), swears that I like melon (I. hate. cantaloupes.), and seems to be under the impression I owe her any inch of time. Don't get me started on her stupid and annoying insistence that I'm the one who is always wrong, that she is the one who is always right - for god sake I had to lock my door TONIGHT because she wouldn't stop knocking and coming in when I wasn't answering, then she got pissy with me later on in the night because I told her I didn't want any ice cream and that I wanted to be left alone. Because god forbid I want to be by myself in my own damn home.
I used to consider her a wonderful friend.
Not anymore.
plus all this stupid drama with her and then the stupid shit with my dad is keeping me from focusing on W&W and I feel like such a fucking asshole because I can't update like I want to
We're going to have a huge sit down with her this week, where she's getting the ultimatum of "either contribute to the house because this is not a hotel or leave by the end of the lease." She doesn't help with the cats even though one is hers (has refused to buy cat litter on the basis of "it's too heavy" and it'll hurt her arms to carry it so far), never buys toilet paper despite needing the fancy paper for her apparently fragile ass (I buy the fancy kind anyway because the awful kind clogs our toilet), only buys limited amounts of communal groceries but buys bottles and bottles of coke, our fridge door is full of her condiments that she never uses, and she broke down and cried when I told her that the salted caramel sauce she bought three years ago was moldy and needed to be thrown out. 
