Difference of family & friends.

For a year that I was in college, I lived with my sister. I was practically forced to live with my sister. It wasn't actually forced, but it was highly recommended by a mother who paid my rent, bought my food, and sent money on a regular basis. At first, I was extremely against it. I didn't want my sister cramping my college life style. Partying until crazy hours of the morning, skipping a class or two, spending an entire day trying to recover from my excessive alcohol intake the night before. Keep in mind I was underage the entire time.

After moving in with Tumbles, I quickly realized how wonderful it was to live with your best friend and sister. Our roommates, were of course skeptical about living with two sisters. Although, Tumbles and I are different. We don't fight like cats and dogs. We don't share clothes, we don't share food (well I cook, but we don't share the snacky foods), we don't operate on the same schedule...the combination actually worked out fantastically well. Even our roommates thought so. After living with my sister, for a year I moved in with my adopted sister or best friend. That was another lovely situation. We had our rough moments at the beginning, but that was mostly because I was so into my new boyfriend at the time, that I never really gave the living arrangement a chance. It was as if, I focused all of my time on him. Trust me I have learned the error of my ways and have said my apologizes to Werd (we are fine now, thats what sisters or best friends do). Werd and Tumbles understood me, understood how I liked the dishwasher loaded, understood that I hate to be asked how my day was as soon as I walk in the door (it almost as I am being attacked).

I have lived with my boyfriend, I have lived alone, and now I live with three other people. Of course, some parts of living alone are better than others, while in some aspects I love having roommates. I love walking down the stairs and having someone to say hey, wanna go do x y or z thing. I love having people across from me at the dinner table, I love having that common bond about being under the same roof, and of course the safety in numbers game is always a plus. However, of late the roommate situation has made a strange turn of events. We have on particular roommate that is on some crazy drugs or massive amounts of alcohol at any given moment. Her temper is incredible to watch, straight up out of bad girls club or something. She throws things, she drinks to the point that she will literally forget about an entire day (the best part is, she drives to the liquor store to get more, BRILLIANT!)

She has gotten to the point that she hides in her room. Will not speak or acknowledge that someone is speaking to her, but will make it now that she hears what people are saying or continues to walk through the conversation (yes she will split the conversation in two by walking in direct line of the other person). Yet she is oblivious, to the fact that she is the one creating the tension. I agree we all have a part of this and not one of us are in fact innocent. Yet when three out of four us sit down and talk about the day, the house, the party, the work environment the fourth one is to tied up in Entertainment tonight to be bothered being social. She doesn't respond to emails, text messages, or voice mails. Yet she comes across as she doesn't understand how the living situation got to the point that it got. You might be able to ignore a problem in elementary school (like a fight at the bus stop hoping the next day it wont happen again), but this is life. This is the real world you can't ignore three other adults that are trying to figure how to make being home a happier place, how to ensure that you wont burn the house down because you are falling down drunk, or how about locking the front door and leaving the garage door open, BRILLIANT!

I can handle ignorance, I really can...sometimes people just don't know things. However, I have difficult time when they lie right to me. Perfect example- why did you throw the dogs toys all over the house? I thought Camden wanted to play catch. WRONG ANSWER. I watched her scream and stomp around the house and throw the entire basket of toys. Seriously, why lie about something so ridiculously stupid! Living with people that aren't attached to you in a family sort of way is a challenge. With Werd, Tumbles or Buster they were all family. They were in it for the long haul, they had the challenging conversation when they to be had, and they did it in a loving way. This on the other hand is like living with a total stranger, that has absolutely no respect for herself let alone the rest of the household. I admit, I am at the point now that I believe it is actually funny.

She actually greeted me this morning for the first time in about 3 weeks and said good morning, to which I replied "yes it is." She immediately stomped off and slammed the front door. Apparently, me agreeing with her that it was a good morning, was not the appropriate response. Although, I admit I was being a smart ass, I still thoroughly enjoyed the reaction from my three word response.

In conclusion to my ranting and raving. I am sad to say that I have lost a friend, however, I am happy to say that I will feel comfortable coming back to my house after a day of work. No longer will Swallow and I have to avoid the house because the drunk is home. No longer, we will have to ensure that the house doesn't burn down because of the ash tray out side being filled with paper. All in all, it is a win win for the rest of us...sad for her, but perhaps she needs more help than we can really give her.