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I'm so fucking sick of other people inconveniencing my god damn life, I'm beginning to HATE some of my friends and dislike most of the rest of them, I go out of my way to help people all the fucking time, and people can attest to that. I seriously am the person that EVERY SINGLE ONE of my friends goes to when they need help, and in the case of a good majority of my friends that is THE ONLY time I hear from them, yeah, when they need something. If you are going to bail on me because your girl friend told you to, I don't give a fuck, don't try to pretend like you don't know why I won't talk to you anymore. If you only call me when you are depressed because your girlfriend is fucking someone else, don't pretend that you don't understand why I don't get excited when you come around. If you come to me and ask me to help you out in a fucked up situation and I let you LIVE in my house, don't pretend 4 months later that it's a sin for me to ask you to help out with bills. When you've been a roommate of mine for a year and a friend of mine for years and years, and I ask you to stop TRASHING my fucking house and you get pissed AT ME, and throw a little fucking childish fit, that is NOT okay with me.

Okay I'm going to rant big so if you don't want to listen turn back now.

Okay, my roommate Nolan has been a friend of mine for a long time, and although we weren't really close until about 5 years ago, I considered him one of my closest friends. Well we ended up getting our house and he lives in our basement which is finished so there is carpet and real walls and what not so it's not like he is just living in a crummy basement. Anyway, he moved in last September and brought his cat with him, you might remember Isis from previous posts, so not a second after he moved in his cat started pissing and shitting all over my house, well after many times of me asking nicely if he would kindly try and remedy the situation, I had to FORCE him to get her fixed, because I know that with many cats if they aren't fixed by a certain age they start "marking their territory" so months and months later he finally got her fixed. Well it never stopped, and then after me complaining more and more I finally had a full on conversation about his part in this living situation and not only did he never do anything about the cat but he has full on DESTROYED my basement carpet along with his cat and just doesn't give a shit. He cooks all the time and has done dishes maybe a total of 5 times in a fucking year and NEVER picks up after himself, has never cleaned a litter box, never takes out trash, never does anything basically. So in the conversation we had I told him that he needed to get rid of Isis because she had caused irreversible damage to my house, and told him that we weren't his parents and he needed to clean up after himself because we had been doing it for an entire year and we are sick of it. In that conversation he basically argued with me telling me that he in fact DID clean up after himself and that he didn't know that Isis was still pissing and shitting in my house, so basically I had to call him out on lies many times in the conversation because I'm sorry but when your cat is pissing on my carpet/walls/bathroom right fucking in front of you, you CAN NOT tell me you didn't know. Well long story short basically 4 days later the cat was still in my house and still shitting everywhere and he was at work so I texted him "I don't think you understand how serious I am about Isis, being gone, I've asked you nicely and you choose to ignore it, so if you don't do something with her you can go as well and if you are wondering why there are 2 full industrial sized trash bags at the bottom of the stairs, those are all of my clothes that where in the laundry room that she has completely ruined by repeatedly pissing on them, BTW she shit in my fucking bathtub again so you can go ahead and clean that up when you get home KTHX" So he comes home about 3 hours later without ever responding to me and storms in the house and runs downstairs, obviously pissed off, so then moments later he comes back upstairs and says very, very rudely "Isis is going to my sister's on Tuesday, and I'm moving out!!" so to that I reply, "Umm, Okay" and then he starts to storm BACK downstairs, but says "BECAUSE..." and just kept walking, So I don't really like shit like that, don't start a sentence with that much emphasis directed AT me and just not finish. So I followed him downstairs and said "BECAUSE....Why?" so basically he tells me that I'm a mega bitch (not in those words exactly but might have well been) for telling him that he had to get rid of his cat and that he couldn't believe the audacity I had to tell him he needed to leave if he didn't get rid of her. We fought for a while but it doesn't seem to go anywhere with him, everything is everyone else's fault and I'm just so mean and what not.

Well, I don't believe I'm mean, I don't think that I should ever have to come home when 2 other people besides Ryan and I, one that pays rent and one that doesn't, at all, and have to come home and immediately clean a completely and I do mean completely DESTROYED house, the trash was piled up to the ceiling and overflowing onto my floors, there was trash all over my living room and on my couches the sink was filled completely with dishes as was the stove and counters, the house smelled like cat ass and dirty old meat, seriously when we walked in the house after our 2 week vacation the stench seriously PUNCHED me in the face, and when they were asked why it was like that BOTH of them pretended not to notice and not to smell it. Neither of which helped clean it either. And when Ryan went downstairs to clean the horribly over nastied litter boxes he noticed that cat shit was just LITTERED all over our laundry room floor, which is IN THE BASEMENT, where Nolan lives. And he just "never noticed". Right. Anyway, when taking out the trash, we noticed that in our carport and scattered throughout the yard were TONS of "shotgunned" beer cans just thrown about. Remanence of a party that Nolan tried very adimately to pretend never happened.

So basically I've been on bad terms with him for a while now, and he told us a couple of weeks ago that he was moving out, but agreed to be better and clean up after himself while he was still here and still to this day has not. Well yesterday he came up to me and asked me if he could have a bbq with his friends, well I was already pissed off because no one plans a bbq/party the day of at 5pm when people would be arriving at around 7 so, he had in fact already invited people here and asked me basically MOMENTS before they would be arriving if I minded. Well, I got into another argument with him and told him that if he was having people over he HAD to clean up after it because I'm sick of doing it every single time he has people over, and he basically threw a fit and tried to tell me that he HAD been cleaning up after himself, and he was saying this as there was a sink full of dishes from his spaghetti dinner from 2 nights before all over my kitchen and MY stale bread sitting on the counter that he had left open the night before after using half of the loaf for garlic bread. But there is NO telling him that he is lying because he turns into a 5 year old being chastised by his mother. But anyway so he said he would clean up after the party right? Well I wake up this morning and take out the trash and what do I find in my carport/yard, beer cans, cigarette packs, trash, my fucking ziploc containers with nasty meat juice, JUST LAYING IN MY FUCKING YARD.

THIS IS NOT MY FUCKING JOB, I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER AND I AM NOT A MAID, IF YOU WANT MAID SERVICE YOU WILL FUCKING PAY FOR IT.

Now when he leaves not only do I have to replace all the carpeting/flooring in my basement, I have to re-grout my bathroom floor, replace one of the bathroom walls, and get a new bathtub fixture, because the ammonia concentration in cat piss has completely RUSTED my bathtub fixtures.

I am just so fucking pissed off. I can't even see straight, I have my own REAL LIFE issues to deal with, I don't need two fucking children to care for on top of that. I would think that they being my friends would respect me and my home but alas neither one of them do. If you don't want to respect me/appreciate the things I do for you, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

There is even more to the story than this but these are the main parts, and I basically just wanted to get this out so I'm not really asking for advise, but yeah, I just wanted to rant. Thanks for listening.