So happy to be home!
Fuck living with people. It’s horseshit. Come Monday if that prick doesn’t stay home, fuck it, even if he does I am taking everything and leaving.
"I always say thank you and that it looks nice after I get home."
After he tells me that I didn’t need to do all of it and he could have done some. So he guilt trips me and then says thanks. Wtf? I don’t think I’m the one with the mental health issues here anymore.
So I clean the apartment. My boyfriends son is sick so I disinfected his toys, his bed, washed his bedding, washed our bedding, am doing the rest of the laundry, washed and put away the dishes, squeezed a shower in and it’s not even 2pm. The other day I vacuumed the entire apartment, did dishes, swept, cleaned everything up, dusted, cleaned the counters and all other surfaces and cleaned the bathroom. Not so much as a fucking thank you. I can’t believe I let myself be treated this way.