For the last seven months our drinking at home has gotten bad, bordering on out of control. I don't blame our 25 yo. room mate "J", but I think that the three of us living together makes for a destructive combination. Coming home from a long day at work and finding them drunk several days out of the week was wearing on me. I've been having outbursts of anger and have finally realized that I need a stable home environment. And when my home environment is not stable.... neither am I.
Scooby and I have been discussing asking "J" to leave for the last month. Things finally came to a head Saturday morning when "J" and I had a door slamming contest in which I won. He then announced that he couldn't live here anymore and moved out that day. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off of me.
Sunday we had a nice quiet day. No techno blaring from upstairs, no constant stream of men coming and going, and we actually had a liquor free day. We're getting our old boring life back and it feels fucking great.
5 comments:
On one level, it's a shame because the rent money must have been a help, but there can be no price on your health and sanity. Welcome back to "normal."
Good for you, Mike. A return to sanity and calm is always worth it.
I love the idea of a door slamming contest.
Michael, thanks for creating a great blog. You've made me want to blog again!
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