Bully

The air is fraught with tension.

I’ve been avoiding K since the blowup last weekend, understanding how mercurial and temperamental she can be. Garnished with her total lack of accountability, it gets very tiring very fast.

One of the few exchanges we had, I asked her if she’d mind (once again) putting on her headphones.

“My ears are tired,” was her excuse.

(This was her excuse last blowout as well)

Irritated, I exited to the bedroom, but she was angry that I didn’t want to carry the argument along. Later, when she “left” for work (she did not in fact, leave for work, she idled for another 30~ minutes or so) she made a comment about me being “pathetic” under her breath for not engaging in a battle of the wills against her.

Last night, while I was exhausted and getting ready for bed and not in any state for a “talk” (see: argument) she once again pushed the subject.

I am tired. I have my own things to worry about and yet all she wants to do is react like a petulant child when I ask her for common courtesies. I’m at the end of my rope and wanting to move rooms.

While I was in the other room reading quietly, I heard her mumbling about me to one of her friends.

“How dare (A) ask me (K) to turn down my Christian Rock music! I understand A had a migraine, but it was on the lowest volume!”

(My sister in Christ, it does not matter the volume integer when you have a migraine weighing on your skull like an electrical storm, even the tiniest metallic noises can cause unfathomable waves of nausea!)

It’s gotten to the point where she bullies me so much over the headphone issue she wants me to just sigh and renege, but I’m not going to do that. I live here, too. The techs had to call me into their office regarding the fact that they realize I do the brunt of the housework because K can’t be bothered to do anything other than nap. She says she will change the guinea pigs’ kennel, but I always do. She says she will take out the garbage and recycling, but I inevitably do.

I. Am. Exhausted.