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I get home from work and I'm doing the initial stuff I do when I get home (putting my lunchbox away, putting the cold-block back in the freezer and getting my dinner into the microwave) and Nicole comes up to me with "something that effects us all."

It seems that Shane, a friend of theirs from NZ is coming over for a visit on Friday.

My immediate reaction was "Not in this house, we haven't got enough room as it is!"

Nicole manages to guilt me into it ("He doesn't have anywhere else to stay, it's only for the weekend, he's suffering from depression and this is his attempt into doing something about it, etc") so my spare sofa bed will be moved into the lounge room for the weekend so he has somewhere to sleep.

Then Nicole has the nerve to give me a talking to because I "gave her an order" and didn't "negotiate".

Piss off bitch!

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arienmir
Apr. 19th, 2005 03:03 am (UTC)
*hugggs*
gypsyamber
Apr. 19th, 2005 04:11 am (UTC)
mmm..I echo the *hhugggss*

housemate tensions not fun.
ozisim
Apr. 19th, 2005 09:16 am (UTC)
*blinks*
Tonkenese?
gypsyamber
May. 1st, 2005 06:56 am (UTC)
burmese.....my darling Ophelia
nicked_metal
Apr. 19th, 2005 05:20 am (UTC)
That sucks. *hugs*
delphaeus
Apr. 19th, 2005 07:18 am (UTC)
*hug*
You share a kitchen. Poison them. mwhahahaha
derigueur
Apr. 19th, 2005 07:38 am (UTC)
Sofa-beds have this occasional problem, where they snap closed in the night and suffocate people.

Alas!

Having your home space become a source of stress is a pretty bad situation. Oh for a teleporter, so you could stay here instead...
psuedonym777
Apr. 19th, 2005 05:01 pm (UTC)
*joins in the general well wishing* You could always be a complete shit, and recind the couch. Then she will have to choose between sleeping on the floor, or letting the poor depressed boy sleep on the floor.... ;o) Besides, she came to you "asking" for a "favour". Which puts you in a position to say "No, fuck off. I will be using that couch to practise my backstroke that weekend..." :oP
paradigmshifty
Apr. 19th, 2005 06:38 pm (UTC)
Given that the lease et al is in Nicole's name these days, I don't think any of those options are indeed open to AJ... Maybe rescinding the couch, if he owns it.

The balance of power has changed there, and AJ doesn't appear to have realised that yet (even though he instigated it.) He is the guest in someone else's place now, not the other way around, and yet he continues to act as if he is lord & master of the place. Reality check time. He may not like the situation but it's one of his own making, so he has no right to complain.

My $1 (0.02c after the Howard Govt has finished adding fees & taxes to it.)

halloranelder
Apr. 20th, 2005 12:55 am (UTC)
I am well aware of the fact that the lease, et al, is in Nicole's name and that the balance of power has changed.

However, I am still an approved tenant there (the landlord knows of my existance and approves of it, unlike the other two people living there) and as a result I have some rights.

Also, part of the agreement between myself and Nicole involved us sharing the house until I was able to move out, something that Nicole seems to have forgotten about. I am being treated as part of the furniture and mostly ignored, except when Nicole wants something from me. That is what is pissing me off.

I am not acting as lord and master, I am acting like I have some rights, rights that were agreed to in the begining that seem to have been forgotten.
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