I Have Had ENOUGH!
I need to vent. Sorry to take this stinking mess and dump it here but if I don't get this toxicity out of my system I'm going to explode.
My best friend and I have known each other over 20 years. It was always the dream to get a place together. Well, life went on. I went to law school, she didn't finish college but she was always there for me. Her parents died, my parents died -- you could say we went through life and death together.
And then we decided to buy a house.
Correction: we decided I would buy a house for us to share. My income level was at a point where I needed the tax break. So we found a great house that could be divided in half. There already was a downstairs apartment for her. She decided that she and her boyfriend would remodel it. So we closed on the house and they started construction the next day. Three months later, I'm still living in my apartment and paying rent and they're working at the house (barely). I got disgusted, hired a contractor to gut my bathroom, another guy to do my floors, and another to paint. Then I moved in. I got to enjoy my space for exactly three weeks before she decided it would be easier if she moved in too.
My half of the house has 3 bedrooms. I had 2 cats. She had -- get ready for it -- 6 cats.
It was "only for a few months" so like an idiot I said OK.
A few months turned into 2 1/2 years.
She finally moved downstairs about 18 months ago.
We barely talk anymore.
I pay the mortgage, she pays utilities and landscaping.
Last night, I came home to a note. Her cats are elderly and she's concerned that I may track cat litter from upstairs into her precious abode and poison her cats with the toxicity. Never mind that I haven't been down to see her in months, other than a 2 second hello because I feel about as welcome as cancer when I pop down. Meanwhile, she comes up here whenever she feels like it. I don't vacuum everyday. I'm up at 5:30 every morning and don't get home til after 6:30. Would YOU feel like vacuuming and cleaning the house?
Here's where it gets interesting. She feeds the raccoons. That's right. Puts out bowls of dog food and water for them. I didn't mind until they came upstairs and started sh$tting all over my deck. Turns out they like to do that in high places. So I asked her repeatedly all last summer to clean up after the raccoons, which she barely did. The deck, I might add, is outside my bedroom window.
This is supposed to be my best friend. We barely talk. We never spend time together. And it's been reduced to this. I feel used. And angry. Very, very angry. All the time.
I don't want to give up my house. It's mine. I don't need the money she contributes.
So why the hell am I putting up with this?
I know what has to be done. I just hate the idea of burying 20 years.
I don't see any other way. Do you?
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