I came home from my mom’s last night, about 10:30 pm, and roomie tells me she’s having a guy over on Saturday night. She doesn’t ask, she TELLS me that yet another guy is coming over to ruin my Saturday night while my dog and I huddle in our room and hope to shit we don’t hear any noises. I turn on my radio or watch a movie in my room, but I feel like a prisoner when these randoms come over. At first I rolled my eyes and said nothing, and she said.. I LIVE HERE and I’m on the lease. Well, that’s not the fucking point. It’s called common courtesy, respect. I am tired of these 20-something-year-old guys coming over here and running around acting like it’s a free vagina Disneyland.
I basically said that there were just three guys here last week, which she had to THINK ABOUT because she forgot already. I said that I hate shutting myself into my room while these guys are here. Then she says, and I cannot believe it, “Well, you had a guy over last year.” LAST YEAR, and she was not at home. It has been what, 10 months since I brought a guy over!!! My boyfriend has literally been here to stay twice, and he is very courteous.
So we had a little back and forth and she went in her room and shut the door. Ten minutes later, she comes into my room with a $20 and said it was for gas money from when she used my car the other day. Trying to kiss my ass, right? Another minute later, her phone rings..and it’s probably past midnight. She let someone in the gate. My blood in my body felt like it was going to singe the insides of my organs. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to invite a stranger into the home AGAIN, to get back at me for telling her no. I went in my room, slammed the door. My dog barked the entire time he was here, which was maybe 45 min. After he left, she came barging into my room and said he was ugly. Yet, she had sex regardless. I wonder how many guys go home to their roommates and say the same thing about her.