Tumultuous. That describes my state of being. Tumultuous... agitated... disorderly... my own vibrations are/have been on the brink of implosion, of collapse.
It's all because of my living situation here in Carlsbad. December was when I was first feeling awkward in my home. Rob's ex-wife/current girlfriend, Indiana, had reentered his life's picture & I could feel the negative clouds surround her presence. Of course I wouldn't say anything about that... It's not in my nature to be an asshole & Rob seemed happy. December was also the month that I first realized that Indiana was planing on moving in (first sign was when Rob asked if Indiana's cat could live at the house. I said no, because I saw right through what he was asking... first comes cat, then comes Indiana).
January was the month I began to feel uncomfortable in my home, where I would spend my time in my room with my door closed. My things were disappearing from downstairs & being placed in the garage or at my bedroom door. They were being replaced by Indiana's things. I went with the flow & didn't ruffle feathers the way I know I can (I've learned that the feathers on these roommates are easily ruffled). At the end of Febraury, Rob told me that Indiana was moving in by the end of the month. Unsure of how to respond & knowing that unless she's on the lease, Rob will be breaking the lease contract, I said 'fine... so long as she pays 1/5 of the utilities acting as a fifth roommate." February I remained in my room.
Among the multiple things surrounding my roommates' general lack of consideration that I could complain about, I refrain from doing so. I choose my battles for things that concern the whole house. ie: dishes that have been in the sink for 3+ days or floors that need to be swept and mopped to maintain the hardwood.
One of the last straws tossed onto the camels back came when I left a note on our communal white-board saying: "The kitchen is swept & mopped, the living room is swept. Could someone mop the living room, please?" I also sent a text to all the roomies about being careful walking from the garage into the house because the concrete dust (don't ask how it got there) will track & scratch wood floors horribly. Indiana flipped the fuck out. She wrote me a page long passive-aggressive note about this and that & that my hostility in this house is premature & uncalled for.
I wasn't sure how to take that... other than try to smooth out the issue. When I tried to talk to her the next morning, all she could do was use her loud voice & accuse me of being immature, unnecessarily hostile, & passive aggressive.
I was at a loss. Sure... my notes are passive, but certainly not aggressive... & my anger is merely a psychological projection from her because I was not, was NOT, angered by anything until she began yelling at me. I wont even touch the topic of immaturity because the word HYPOCRITE is all I need to type.
So I sucked it up, let her feel like she won whatever battle she was declaring & I asked that everyone just be more careful with how they handle inter-roomie matters. I also asked for a hug hoping that the sign of peace would help calm things down. Things did calm down as I remained in my room while I was home.
The last straw came two days ago when I got home from work. I'll start this leg of the story with what I witnessed:
Leaving work, I get a call from my girlfriend, Sarah, telling me about a note she left for me on the fridge door & that she wants me to read it when I get home. Aware of my hyper-sensitive roommates I urge her to tell me what it says. The note was taped next to a dollar bill which had the words 'slave owner' written across George Washington's face. The dollar bill had been there for a couple of months & I know that either Rob or Indiana put it there. Personally, I wasn't bothered by the dollar bill because I realize their fallacy in being angry at Washington for owning slaves. Sarah's note verbalized the fallacy (the fallacy being made is called an anachronism. An anachronism is made when something is being considered in the wrong timeframe in history. This dollar bill is an example of an anachronism because it alludes to Washington being an evil man for owning slaves when slavery was not considered an evil institution until a century later. The idea that slavery was BAD was not common thought & therefore one cannot hold a slave owner responsible for being evil when there was no difference. Slavery existed without a moral conversation surrounding it... to place a moral conversation where it never existed is an anachronism.).
Anyway... on the phone with Sarah, I told her that my roommates wouldn't respond well to the note & I headed home. As I walked up to the door, I was struck with a sudden image of Indiana standing the doorway to my room yelling at Sarah in the same fashion she yelled at me. When I opened the door... sudden vision proved to be a moment of clairvoyance. I don't even remember what was being yelled, but I remember Sarah saying 'stop talking to me' or 'I'm done talking to you' as Indiana continued to yell. I walked in on the situation when Sarah was certainly on the defensive & when she shut the door on Indiana. I came upstairs, intercepting Indiana, who then began to swivel her head at me trying to get me riled up as well. I don't rile easily, so I said I'll talk to her later & proceeded to my room to talk to Sarah. She was obviously shaken by Indiana's hostility. From that moment forward, I knew I couldn't live in the Carlsbad house with that monster, Indiana, any longer.
I have a plan...
Because I'm tied into a lease until september, the option of bailing out on my living situation would be expensive. However, if I sublet someone into the lease where they pick up when I leave off, I can leave with no issue. Now, my plan will expose my darker colors, but I feel no remorse because of how I've been treated.
Since Indiana is not on the lease, yet I was told that she was moving in at the beginning of March & she has payed 1/5 of the utilities, Rob has broken the lease contract. Anyone living in the house must be on the lease. I don't know if Rob realizes that or doesn't think I've noticed... either way... shitty for him if I decide to tattle. But I prefer to use that as leverage, so I'll keep the info in a back pocket.
I've begun packing up some of my heavier things that I won't immediately need, like books, DVDs, & some clothes & I took them to my parents' house.
THIS JUST IN!
In the midst of typing this update, I spoke with my realtor & things may be easier than I thought... so long as my roommates & I sign an addendum saying I'm off of the lease, I will be off of the lease. The addendum will say that my breaking the lease is forfeiting the deposit... I never payed the deposit. This segways directly into my plan...
Since I'll be discreetly packing my things under the roommates' radar, my escape will be quick & quiet. If I were truly evil, I wouldn't tell them a damn thing. I would be there one night & gone in the morning. If I were nice about it I'd give them a month's notice. But I'm not going to be nice about it... I'm thinking a week or two notice is all they need :) fuckers.
Anyway... Either tonight by email, tomorrow by email, or Friday by personal pick-up, I will have the addendum, hopefully signed immediately & my process is nearly complete.
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