I currently do all the dishes, clean the kitchen, livingroom, and bathroom. My boyfriend and I are the only ones that take out the trash, feed the dogs and let them out even though only two of the three are ours. I sweep and clean the floors. I'm the only one that will wash bath and kitchen towels. I clean up after five other adults (because girlfriends and my own boyfriend, though he helps when he's not at work) I run a household and take care of my infant daughter, so most of it is done one-handed. They eat our food and do not replace it then try to cook and leave everything out for me to put away. One roommate I only know has been here by the trail of crusty dishes through the house and he even stole 60 dollars from me that was meant for shared bills. The other is super easily offended at everything I say (even if it's not to or about him) because his head is the size of Jupiter. Both roommates and their stupid girlfriends (one of which decided she was gonna move in after dating for like 3 weeks) are self entitled assholes that refuse to speak to me about anything other than small talk because they think I'll "be mean" to them so they treat my boyfriend like he's my fuckin' keeper.

And you know what? I used to be fun. I used to give people the benefit of the doubt. I used to laugh so hard I cried and have long talks til early morning. I used to be daring and fearless. But when I got pregnant everyone started treating me like an outcast aside from baby daddy and family. Even my friends. That fucked with my head more than anything, that a time in my life when all I needed more than anythjng was support instead I got a "sucks for you Cinderella" type attitude toward me. None of them have tried walking a mile in my shoes and you know fucking what? I like a clean house. I am a result of how assholes like my roommates treat people they're supposed to care about. Over the course of a year I went from being happy and compassionate to being angry, spiteful, and depressed because of them. And so what if that makes me mean? I refuse to care for my child in a shit hole just because they didn't bother to learn to be proper adults so instead they've learned to expect me to do it for them. Whatever. At least none of them have a drinking problem so it could be worse I suppose. The mental shit though. That stinks for a long time. But someday I'll get to shit on their pillows and never have to see or speak to any of them again, so there's that.