Gotta Vent!!

I've just about had it with Randall. He told me that he would have the neighbor take him in to the animal shelter when it was time to take the foster kittens there (I don't want to do it myself, cuz I know I'll be a blubbering mess and might chicken out ). So this morning he tells me that he called the shelter, and that they were closed due to remodeling. I didn't believe him cuz he lies when he's trying to finagle out of something, so I called them myself - and guess what? I was right: they aren't remodeling. As I suspected, he just doesn't want to do it - anymore than he doesn't want to do anything else. He hasn't lifted one finger to help out with the kittens: I've been doing it all.

That's not the only thing I'm ticked off about: there are other things too, but I won't get into it now. I just needed to vent.

My roommate.

Believe me, I've thought about it. But we're stuck into a contract now buying this place. It's a long, complicated story...

I can drive myself: that's not an issue. Randall can't drive because he doesn't have his license because he let it expire - which is another thing that really ticks me off! There's NO reason why he can't get it renewed - he's just too lazy to get off his butt and do it. It ticks me off not only cuz he's too lazy to get it, but also because I have to drive him around everywhere - which I normally don't mind - but it's like he expects me to do it - and I really resent him for that. What if I couldn't drive for some reason, and it was left up to him? Then where would we be? If he had a legitimate reason for not getting his license it would be a different story: but he doesn't. He just wants everyone to feel sorry for him and cater to him. It didn't used to be that way: he didn't start getting like this till we signed our names on the dotted line. Now he has this attitude like he thinks I'm stuck with the decision, and he can pull whatever crap he wants to.

His latest stunt is bugging me for pain pills when he runs out. There's no reason why he should run out. He gets 120 pain pills per month: I only get 90. I won't give him any: not because I don't have sympathy for his pain, but because it's illegal and I could get my own butt in trouble. So he'll go around moaning & groaning all the time like he's about ready to die from excruciating pain, and try making me feel guilty for not giving in to him. That's one of his excuses for not doing anything around here: he's in too much pain. Well, who the heck isn't? I can barely move some days, but I still get things done. So then he'll eat aspirins & BC powders like candy, which he knows he's not supposed to do due to the episodes he's had with internal bleeding. I resent him for that too because he's putting himself in jeopardy health-wise, and could end up in the hospital again for the hundredth time - which puts me in more of a bind worrying about everything. Most of his hospital stays are self-inflicted cause he's doing things he knows he's not supposed to be doing.

Like I said, it's more than just the incident with the kittens. I could go on & on. What happened with the kittens was the final straw, and I had to get it out. I'm just so sick of it all.

Thanks for listening, y'all. I have no one else I can really vent to....

[quote=libby74;3067109] You're not being rude: just asking an honest question. And you're right: I am miserable.


Why am I living with him? Mainly because we've agreed to buy this place, and I can't think of a way out without losing everything I worked so hard for. I don't want to be homeless again - it terrifies me. I've been there before, and I have no desire to go there again. I'm also on a very limited income (I'm disabled, and only receive $580.00 per month), and there's no way I could afford a place on my own - not unless I want to live in a dump. And the most important reason of all - my furkids. Sure, I could give them up, but that's a thought not worth thinking about. They mean the world to me - so I stick it out. I even talked to my son about staying with him, but he won't let me have my cats. I know a lot of people wouldn't understand me jeopardizing my own unhappiness for the sake of my cats, but that's the way it is. I think I'd be even more miserable if I didn't have them. So I continue to stick it out....