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“My bed at home is a king” my thoughts were, well good for you but your parents kicked you out so you get a full. What did he expect us to do, but him a new bed?
Now his room was on the main/upper floor of the house, along with my moms room. My room is in the finished basement and happens to be the biggest. As soon as he saw my room (the room I’ve lived in for 10+ years at that point) he asked me to switch. Uh no, I’m not moving all my stuff into the much smaller room just to make you happy. He leaves but still moves in the next day.
to sit down. That more than anything pissed my mom off because when she got him from work she relaxed by sitting on the couch watching tv and no matter how often we asked him to move, canadianpharmacyon.com/.
“The dog is in the basement” something that isn’t allowed.
“Because I wanted to see if you wanted anything from McDonald’s and you weren’t answering your phone.”
“I’m sick so thank you but no” grab the dog bring him upstairs and go back to bed.
I was fine the next day and continued about my life.
The next week room mate was sick, and wrecked the house because of it. He left 7 different mugs with teabags in them all over the living room, there was probably 2 empty tissue boxes of dirty tissues spread out. Dirty plates of food and wrappers and he’s once again spread out across the entire couch. I was at work and called the house phone to ask if we had milk. It only rang once which told me he was right next to the phone when it rang. He made a big sigh of exasperation, moaning as if in pain, when I asked him to check the fridge for milk. The phone is attached the the cupboard attached to the fridge, 3 steps. I get home, with milk, and see how trashed he’s made the house. I start cleaning it up, thinking how pissed my mom will be to come home to a house like this. I clean up one section of counter and room mate decides to help by dumping his mess from the living room to the clean counter space and sit back down on the couch, moaning pittifully.