Everybody needs a vent thread right? I mean, something goes on in your life that really pisses you off maybe going onto Macrumors and posting about it isn't such a bad idea eh?
My turn.
After almost 6 months living in this apartment together, I'm kicking my roommate out. I've been thinking about this for awhile but now I'm just like **** it, I don't want to deal with it anymore. We've been on the rocks for awhile but now it seems like its going to hell.
First off, for the past 6 months I've been paying most of her rent, we pay $900 for this studio and I've been paying $700 of it not including utilities which I also pay. I don't exactly make a ******** of money so while I was strained from time to time, it was manageable. She was getting welfare because she has a lot of anxiety problems and has a hard time even leaving the house. She's been trying to get on disability for awhile so I was just trying to hold out until then.
Well now she's been kicked off of welfare so she has no money so now I had to pay the full $900 (which is leaving me pretty much flat broke this month and I had to post-date my cheque so it didn't bounce)
It kinda started last December, she's been severely depressed for awhile and she gets her meds from this doctor who doesn't know what the hell he's talking about so she started OD'ing on them trying to kill herself. I then take the meds from her so she doesn't go through with it and put them somewhere where she can't find them.
The next day she's pretty pissed that I took her meds so she calls up a friend so she can stay there a couple weeks. I convince her to let me drive her down there because I need to talk to the friends she's staying with about the situation and also to give a cheque to one of them since I already promised to pay for my roommate's trip to Disneyland for her birthday and since they were all going together it would be easier if I just went down there that day.
So later that day after I've already driven three hours (1.5 there and 1.5 back) I get a a call from her saying that she lost one of the pills she was supposed to take (the ones that I took away and gave to her friends so that they could moderate them) so she can't sleep. And she has the nerve to ask me for more money because the $150 cheque I wrote apparently wasn't enough for Disneyland and the two NIN concerts that she was going to (apparently saving my money and not going to one of them could have been an option) but she has to call me at 9:00 at night to demand that I come down there and give her the rest of the meds and some food since she'll hallucinate and starve without meds and food
So guess what, I drive all the ****ing way down there (again) and give her the meds and whatever non-perishable food I can get out of the cupboard. 1.5 hours later I arrive and she looks at some of the food and says like" This is gross, do you really expect me to eat this?"
Right now I'm fuming so I don't say much, I just grab my things and go. I don't get home until 1:00 in the morning or whatnot (oh and this was a Sunday night, I had to go to work the next day)
A couple days later, she calls and apologises, its kinda a haphazardly attempt but I accept it anywayz and think all is better.
Until today.
She calls me up and tells me that she has no money and welfare cancelled her (not surprised honestly) and then she tells me that I forged one of her cheques. I stop right there. I remember writing out the cheque she was supposed to give me every month one morning because she was too tired to write it herself so she gave me her chequebook and told me to write it out.
So right now I'm pretty ****ing pissed. I don't take kindly to people accusing me of stealing from them, the last time someone did that I filed a labour commission claim against them (they were a former employer).
So in the past few months, I've gone out of my way to deal with her anxiety by driving her around to different appointments and whatnot, I've taken more than a few hours off of work to deal with that as well, not to mention driving her to the vet hospital so that she can get her cat looked at and paying for that appointment (and the follow up medication), taking off work early and driving down to pick her up in SF after her therapy appointment because there was a bit of a freak out, paying for every ****ing concert she went to for the past 6 months and paying for her ****ing Disneyland trip.
I told the landlord that I was giving my 30 days notice earlier today and I told my roommate later on so right now I'm venting and I just want her out of my life.
-Ani
My turn.
After almost 6 months living in this apartment together, I'm kicking my roommate out. I've been thinking about this for awhile but now I'm just like **** it, I don't want to deal with it anymore. We've been on the rocks for awhile but now it seems like its going to hell.
First off, for the past 6 months I've been paying most of her rent, we pay $900 for this studio and I've been paying $700 of it not including utilities which I also pay. I don't exactly make a ******** of money so while I was strained from time to time, it was manageable. She was getting welfare because she has a lot of anxiety problems and has a hard time even leaving the house. She's been trying to get on disability for awhile so I was just trying to hold out until then.
Well now she's been kicked off of welfare so she has no money so now I had to pay the full $900 (which is leaving me pretty much flat broke this month and I had to post-date my cheque so it didn't bounce)
It kinda started last December, she's been severely depressed for awhile and she gets her meds from this doctor who doesn't know what the hell he's talking about so she started OD'ing on them trying to kill herself. I then take the meds from her so she doesn't go through with it and put them somewhere where she can't find them.
The next day she's pretty pissed that I took her meds so she calls up a friend so she can stay there a couple weeks. I convince her to let me drive her down there because I need to talk to the friends she's staying with about the situation and also to give a cheque to one of them since I already promised to pay for my roommate's trip to Disneyland for her birthday and since they were all going together it would be easier if I just went down there that day.
So later that day after I've already driven three hours (1.5 there and 1.5 back) I get a a call from her saying that she lost one of the pills she was supposed to take (the ones that I took away and gave to her friends so that they could moderate them) so she can't sleep. And she has the nerve to ask me for more money because the $150 cheque I wrote apparently wasn't enough for Disneyland and the two NIN concerts that she was going to (apparently saving my money and not going to one of them could have been an option) but she has to call me at 9:00 at night to demand that I come down there and give her the rest of the meds and some food since she'll hallucinate and starve without meds and food
So guess what, I drive all the ****ing way down there (again) and give her the meds and whatever non-perishable food I can get out of the cupboard. 1.5 hours later I arrive and she looks at some of the food and says like" This is gross, do you really expect me to eat this?"
Right now I'm fuming so I don't say much, I just grab my things and go. I don't get home until 1:00 in the morning or whatnot (oh and this was a Sunday night, I had to go to work the next day)
A couple days later, she calls and apologises, its kinda a haphazardly attempt but I accept it anywayz and think all is better.
Until today.
She calls me up and tells me that she has no money and welfare cancelled her (not surprised honestly) and then she tells me that I forged one of her cheques. I stop right there. I remember writing out the cheque she was supposed to give me every month one morning because she was too tired to write it herself so she gave me her chequebook and told me to write it out.
So right now I'm pretty ****ing pissed. I don't take kindly to people accusing me of stealing from them, the last time someone did that I filed a labour commission claim against them (they were a former employer).
So in the past few months, I've gone out of my way to deal with her anxiety by driving her around to different appointments and whatnot, I've taken more than a few hours off of work to deal with that as well, not to mention driving her to the vet hospital so that she can get her cat looked at and paying for that appointment (and the follow up medication), taking off work early and driving down to pick her up in SF after her therapy appointment because there was a bit of a freak out, paying for every ****ing concert she went to for the past 6 months and paying for her ****ing Disneyland trip.
I told the landlord that I was giving my 30 days notice earlier today and I told my roommate later on so right now I'm venting and I just want her out of my life.
-Ani
