Tales of the Ironing Board...Episode III
Well, it's now 8:32 pm. My day's been kind of ruined by this - a stupid thing, I know, but it put me in a bad mood then the person I was going out with tonight cancelled, so whatever.
My roomie hasn't come home yet after claiming he didn't break the ironing board, and also that the last time he used it was Thursday... (!)
I've decided to let this go. He's not come home coz he knows if he leaves for long enough, I'll give up and then he can come back and walk all over me again. So be it. I need a roommate and this apartment, so I'll deal with it.
It's probably better that I don't make a big deal out of it, since he cannot handle criticism of any kind and I truly believe that combined with his alcoholism (which is more rampant than ever if he doesn't remember last night), he has a serious mental issue with socializing. A social retard of sorts. He cannot live without a boyfriend, nor can he live with one who doesn't agree with everything he says - a yesman, of sorts...fine.
In short, it's not worth the effort because it's only an ironing board and I'm worth way more than that...and he's worth way less for not being a man. Fine.
Life sucks sometimes, but no one ever said it wouldn't.
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