I came home one day about 2 weeks ago after we'd had a little argument and found a note on my desk. It was about a page long and started off with talk about "mending our relationship". Within a few sentences it was all "I'm really the victim here!" type talk, such and such about her feelings, how hard life is, and how she needs help. Welp I'm sorry for that but I don't plan to live here long enough to be a factor in that anymore. I stopped reading as soon as the note changed directions towards the "mememememememe" and I wrote my own note: "You talk about mending our relationship yet you don't even respect me enough as a person to stay out of my room." I left it where she drinks her coffee.
I know she read the note because for the next 2 days she did what she always does whenever the issue of my privacy comes up - she would preamble her appearance in my room with a condescending "knock knock!" and then open the door before I could even respond. Another day I had left my door open so the cat could come in and out, and she (nmom) just walked in. I told her to get out and her excuse was "well your door was open". Well the thing is my door is usually open because even if I do close it, within half an hour "knock knock!" here comes that bitch barging in, and she never closes it behind her. And you know what, it doesn't even fucking matter if my door is open. This is my private space, an open door is not an invitation!
The last two weeks have been the same old, same old nonsense about food, asking me if I want a bowl of oatmeal even though I don't fucking eat oatmeal or if I'll eat this or that food she made which CLEARLY contains stuff I don't eat, along with her constant reiteration of what our refrigerator contains. She's also trying to entangle our resources now - "You buy meat and I'll buy all our vegetables, how about that?" I just ignore her these days, but the final straw is when she came in my room again. This time she was... wiping my wall with a sponge? I told her to get out and she flat out said "no". I told her she might as well throw out that fucking letter she wrote, because we will never have any form of any relationship because this bullshit is the reason. She said "It's my house I pay rent." I said "Let's call the police and see what their view is on that." I tried grabbing the rag in her hand but she kept pulling away and then would go back to wiping the wall like a fucking sick animal. She said there was "coffee on it". The wall had nothing on it, and certainly not coffee because this was the wall at the foot of my sleeping space and I do not drink coffee on that side of my room. I finally got her to leave but she couldn't just walk out, no, she had to bend down and pick specks off the floor.
I came home the other day and she had completely cleared everything out of my room, cleaned, and put everything back in different spots. I'm so done. As soon as I move out I'm going NC and she can die with zero family in her life, because everyone else has disowned her and cut her out.
On that note... I was finally able to get an appointment with another orthopedist. He did something the last Dr didn't do - he actually palpated my knee. It turns out none of my pain is in the joint, it's actually coming from my kneecap, which is in a slightly different place than it should be according to the x-rays he took (x-rays specific to my knee), so I'll be doing physical therapy. He has no idea why my knee was so swollen in October (50cc of fluid was taken off), but he agrees that the idea of me having Lupus "is a touch on the silly side". I was glad to hear that.
I passed my NREMT stuff and am now a licensed EMT in my state, and as soon as my knee is feeling just a little bit better, I'll be putting in applications and trying to get the fuck away from this crazy fucking woman. My weight has been holding at around 160 despite the holidays and a week of eating garbage. And that's my life right now.
Submitted January 24, 2015 at 06:37PM by mr_throwz http://ift.tt/1uGHAHn raisedbynarcissists
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