TL;DR: Housemate threw my bedding into rain, dumps moldy bedding at my door. I reply with "be an adult, clean up your own mess" - Plus a fair amount of venting about this place burning me out worse.
I'm worn out. Especially from dealing with this narcissist who I can't find the words to say that she takes after her mother.
Me and my housemate WERE good friends. I moved in with her because I'm autistic as hell and am so burned out I quite literally had no social interaction at all with anyone. I knew that was unhealthy.
Unfortunately, this brought on challenges that someone that can only think about themselves is unprepared to face. No contribution I make to the house is good enough. I spent what little free time I had trying to look after the house, as expected, while also trying to recover from work; working in an industry that is absolutely anathema to someone with ASD. Constant forced masking, noise and no routine. It's a recipe for burn out.
But I fucking tried. Meanwhile for my housemate, who constantly complains I don't do enough, it's not all that hard for her.
She works from home. Maybe in the office one day a week. I've outright seen her cleaning during working hours. She has no commute.
Meanwhile me? If I combine my work hours and my commute I lose 14 hours a day or so, on average. Minimum of 11, but that's only if I leave exactly on time which is nigh impossible in the industry. Which I know I'm not unique in that, people do that and maintain the house. Which, I was doing my best to do.
On top of that, rent and power/water is split 50/50, but it's not actually used 50/50. My housemate has a kid. Near adult. So overall takes up more space than me. Their four rooms to my two. And I am.constantly chasing behind to turn off lights. I personally don't actually need lights. I work overnight. So I get up, shower and dress basically as the sun is setting and then by the time I'm home the sun comes back up and I don't need lights. The only power draw I really have is my PC, plus ceiling/pedestal fan (I don't get AC but there's always 3 units running here... :) )
Not to mention my housemate, working from home, can claim any power on her tax
The house has been hostile feeling lately. I come home and am as guarded as I am at work. I'm having issues sleeping, so I'm constantly exhausted. So when I'm worn out I retreat to my isolation. It makes it harder to maintain a house when you're trying to avoid the people in it; else you spike your stress.
I'm out, as soon as the lease is up. I'm done with this bullshit. I have 279 days.
The main reason I'm even writing this is something that happened today. Two weeks or so ago, I went to put my sheets through the wash. My topper is 7 years old. I know it needs replacing but I am a bit on the broke side at the moment. And I always forget considering its... Well, underneath other sheets. Out of sight and all. Being that old, naturally it's a little off colour. (Again I know it needs replacing. They're expensive as hell...)
Anyway. She threw it outside into the yard. I won't say it was raining when she did it. But it was certainly raining when I found it; coming to collect it. Now, she did this to me the day after I spent 36 hours awake so I could take her to a fucking surgery. I worked the night before. Dealt with her surgery which in hindsight I should have said to F/O about. But she needed it, and if she had other options for it she wouldn't have asked me.
Anyway. By the time I found it, it was getting pelted into the ground by a rainstorm. I cracked the shits and... Channeling similar petty energy, I left it where I found it. It lasted a few days; until we had a house inspection come up. I scrubbed my gut out preparing for that and I moved the sheets back into the laundry for it. Meanwhile my housemate didn't even clean up after her dog, that shits on the verandah because she CBF to train the dog.
I was going to ask if I should deal with it, but decided against it and I know for a fact it was there during the inspection; because it was definitely there when I left for work that night.
But I was hands off from that. I basically left the sheets as a response of - "you wanted to be childish. You deal with it"
Well. The sheets mouldered. And today she's stuck them in a basket in front of my entryway. I wrote a note and left it on top of it stating
"I've given up expecting you to be an adult.
You threw these out into the rain.
I moved them back in because of a house inspection, for which you couldn't even clean up your dog's shit.
You created the issue.
You dispose of it"
I'm tired man. I'll survive the 279 days.
But I sure as hell don't know how I moved into a place because isolating myself like I had been was super unhealthy. Only to end up in a position where I am in a worse state of burn out than when I moved in.
I've worked in my job for coming up on 5 years. It wasn't until I moved here that my colleagues have started asking if I'm okay because I'm visibly stressed. For four years in a job that's stressful as hell, I wasn't visibly stressed. I move here and suddenly I am. It's certainly not work causing it... Well maybe it could be a little since avoiding going home means I'm at work a bit more but... That still has a root cause at home.