I don't ask a lot. If he brings someone home, they're supposed to go up to his room, which is what he's renting from me. A room with kitchen privileges. Not down here hanging out and screaming and yammering and annoying the FUCK out of me.
I'm glad I don't own a gun. I wish I were joking about that sentiment, but at this moment in time, sadly, I am not.
I can't wait until next March and I can move the hell out of here. When I told him that was happening, he actually said to me, "so, we're looking for a new place?"
Sigh. I told him that I really just wanted a smaller place and to be by myself again, when really the only thing I was thinking was "I just want to be away from your non-stop talking, messy kitchen leaving, drunk ass self. FAR, FAR AWAY."
I hate him.