Could it really be over? Oh noes! This is going to be long and involved, Cliffs may follow... maybe... *Background* My 34 year old cousin (unrelated bloodwise mind you) broke up with her husband of 11 years, etc. She had no place to go so she called me up because she'd asked if she could move in earlier. I'm more than happy to let her in and stay here since last June. She has her 14 year old son who I'd always known to be a pretty damn good kid... Fast forward a few months, he gets busted with cigs. A month later he gets busted for stealing shoes and is now on probation. I have to deal with this shit, I have to deal with her being home constantly, I have to deal with his disgusting smelly ass feet every night. (they're horrid) According to his PO, he now has to have the room to himself for sleeping. Meaning she'll sleep on the couch like she's done over the past 4 months anyway without a single problem. Now here's my problem, yes he's supposed to have his own room, but whats stopping her from going up there to sleep when she has a long day of work the next day? Nothing, other than the excuses like "its his room" (hows the fucking PO going to know anyway?), or "I have to change the sheets?" (Take ten minutes, get off fucking facebook and go change them?) Sunday I woke up late, it was my own fault. Come Sunday night I'm half passed out at 11:30 and then I have to pee. Anytime I get up, the cats get up and then won't go back to sleep, so this is keeping me up. Then my back starts to hurt, then my ankle starts to twitch and I don't end up getting back to sleep until after 3. What's this do? It makes me cranky and tired all day monday. Right now my buddy has my Si so he can go to work until he gets his tax check from NC state. (he just moved back up here) This means I have no vehicle, so I wander my happy ass 6 blocks in the 20 degree weather to get some food and beer at the local bar by my office. Upon my return home I hit me up some MW2 at a reasonable volume level. She's down on the couch watching her fucking cops program again and proceeds to tell me "my game is keeping her awake at night" & "it takes a few hours to get the gunfire out of my head so I can sleep once you turn it off", which is asinine. I've played it with her snoring like hell before. Then when I tell her that she's lying and it's been fine until 5 minutes ago she says to me "Well when I get to work I'm on my feet and working all day from the moment I get there to the moment I clock out". Thats all fine and dandy, 99% of the time my job is the same way. Ironically she took yesterday off, oh and last thursday off as well. When did I last take a day off? Ah yes, the day I went home at 1 because I threw up and couldn't keep any food down. With the next breath she made me want to fucking kick her out right there, keep in mind I'm exhausted and semi-drunk... she proceeds to tell me that "You always sit in the office doing nothing for the first hour or two during the day when you get to work." Sure, when there isn't anything to do... which is rare. I'm still learning quickbooks, and I have invoices, receipts and statements to enter, check and recheck, not to mention the mountain of phone calls I have to answer and take care of. Then on top of that when I finish IN the office I then have to leave the office for the tech side of my job. I love it because it's something different daily, but I also hate it because it's something different daily. One day I may do a shitton of programming, easy, the next I may be on a ladder or in an attic. I guaran-damn-tee you what I do tends to be more labor intensive than what she does. If you saw it on my face book I wrote a book of a status update that I had to break up into 5 different posts. I deleted it the next day. The next morning I see she saw it and said "I'm looking for a new place to live, obviously I'm not wanted here." I'm fairly laid back and nonchalant, but I'm tired of the bullshit "woe is me" garbage she is constantly spouting off expecting me to care or understand. I get nothing in the way of any sympathy, so I'm just fucking done caring. So last night after work I grabbed my xbox, controller and bought a new HDMI cable for my tv in my room and spent all night in my room without her crappy tv shows on super loud in the background. She seriously sits there and watches COPS from the 80s and 90s and then switches it over to dancing with the stars, survivor and Dog the bounty Hunter. Flat out TV garbage, IMO. Watch good comedy's or at least the fucking history channel for Gods sake! I think she's overreacting to this whole thing and it'll blow over, but I would not care the least if she left and went elsewhere where she can pay her 500+ a month rent on her own. My happy ass did HER the favor by letting her stay here, and she wants to bitch at me about a game that I love to play in MY OWN HOUSE, and then insult me in the next breath. You're welcome for letting you live here, you repay me by being late on the rent and bitching about anything I do or have that isn't to your liking. Cliffs: Female roommate bitches about stupid shit. I indirectly tell her I'm done with the shit. She gets pissy and wants to move out. I don't care either way. I'm just sick of being told what I can and can't do in my own damn house.