Recent lore post.

[mimitchigotchi]

 My bf's mom treats me like I don't even exist. She doesn't share room in the fridge, freezer, or kitchen sink. She took the boxes off of a bunch of my food items in the freezer and threw them away to cram more stuff in the fridge. Heaven forbid she ever throw away her left overs. My boyfriend and I have to clear rotting food from the fridge far too often. At least the unopened fish sticks still have a box with instructions. 

I get no respect at all. I don't feel that I can ask her for space reasonably without an attitude. I told her the apartment is smoke free when we moved in because her boyfriend was smoking weed and she didn't even try to stop him and gave me an attitude instead. If she can't obey rules set by a landlady then why listen to me? (Don't get me started on her multiple arrests since she's been here...)

I know she was under psychosis from medication at some point but she really had no filter. She definitely thinks I'm a fat, ugly, lazy whore. She actually said that because she is able to work a job, though the majority of our year here she was unemployed strung out on Adderall, that I should clean the entire house. That's probably why I ended up having to do her and her boyfriend's dishes the whole year I've been here up until recently when I had carpal tunnel surgery. After that I quit doing it and now everything is a mess. I was told by her mother and my boyfriend that it was my fault for enabling her to treat me like garbage. Yes, maybe, but that doesn't mean my roommate is not treating me like trash.

I am on disability. I don't have the ability to work a regular job nor do I have the academics to do a sit at home job. I have a learning disability and only could pass some of my GED. My meds make me lethargic and spaced out. I'm on over 20 prescriptions.

Not only do I have PTSD, autism, and schizophrenia, but I have physical problems. I have a screwed up sciatic nerve, degenerative disk disease in my back, and my knees need replaced but they can't because of my weight which is screwed up from metabolic issues. Due to my mental health they denied gastric bypass. I'm trying to find a doctor for other options because I'm at risk for diabetes, Heath disease, and all kinda other crap. I have literal atrophied muscles from all the pain keeping me from walking regularly. I can no longer walk off my weight like I used to. Heck, I'm up all night some nights hurting.

Then there is someone privileged enough to function at a job that can not take care of themselves at all in their private life. Always jealous of others. Needing to feel love and be the center of attention. A spoiled princess that unfortunately gets everything handed to her so she never learns anything. The consequences to her actions are never harsh enough to try harder at anything in her life.

I really don't mind cleaning me or my boyfriend's dishes and wiping our mess from counters and the floor or microwave. After all he helps cook and stuff. I mind every time I turn around gunk is smeared all over the counters and stove and dishes are piled up days on end if I don't clean them. I don't even get any thanks or recognition unless my boyfriend is there to hear it. 

Don't even get me started with dirty laundry being hoarded for weeks then given to her elderly mother to wash. She can't just ask to use the washer and do it herself. No, she uses her mother. 

She uses her daughter's death for sympathy. She's narcissistic and twisted. It's extremely sad and heart wrenching. It's sad that her daughter would self harm and eventually die from heart problems a few years after an overdose caused her to need a pacemaker.

I'm literally miserable. I don't mean to lash out at anyone. But it's a roof over my head for now. Such is the repercussions of being on fixed income with my own problematic mother to run from.