You grew up with money and have absolutely ZERO ability to say please and thank you. I know you grew up with money because you CONSTANTLY bring it up. Not EVERY conversation, but you makes it abundantly clear ALL THE TIME.
You and I had made plans to have me come visit you for a couple days and one of your MANY call-and-whine sessions, you'd called me and whined that you couldn't find your medications that you needed ME to "help" (read: do for you because you're to fuckin' lazy) you find your medications you'd lost.
You're a raving SLOB. When we lived together, the ONLY reason your house was cleaned was because either I myself did it or because the cleaning lady your rich grandmother hired for you came over to clean. SUCH bullshit. You are 24 years old. You're too lazy to get up off your ass and clean after yourself?! PATHETIC.
You're ALWAYS whining about something. ALWAYS bitching about something that's pissed you off. This is MULTIPLE times a day, which makes me wary of answering my phone or when text messages come through. I don't want to turn my phone off because Gimli and I like to talk through text and the occasional phone call.
You, everyday, on a multiple-times-a-day basis, remind me WHY I do NOT miss having roommates. You're ALWAYS whining something is ailing you. Personally, I think you're a hypochondriac. I get the occasional sickness, but every little ache and pain? Really? You need to run to the ER? No. You're always calling ME about it instead of DOING something about it, like I'M going to be the one to make it all better again. No.
Maybe I'm too jaded to be a counselour, b/c all I hear is whining and complaining when it's you calling. Maybe I need to rethink what I want to do career-wise because all the whining I've had to endure from you.
I've - on several occasions - come over and helped save your neck from Mommy and Daddy. Cleaned your house for you enough where your parents wouldn't be bitching (too much) about the state of the place. I'm not kidding when I say IT'S TRASHED. SERIOUSLY. HOBOS would be mortified. You can't walk 3" without tripping over something on the floor. Seriously. I'm not exaggerating.
This is such horseshit. I just helped - attempted, anyway, we've yet to find them - try to find your medications. Came up with absolutely nothing. You're frustrated, which okay, but if you were RESPONSIBLE and picked up after your fuckin' lazy self . . . . we wouldn't be in this situation.
You couldn't find garbage bags, so you called your Daddy whining to him about it, he told you he couldn't (wouldn't, more likely) help you. You called your sister to bring some over, I about died laughing when your sister said, "It's a beautiful day, walk to the store and get some!"
You're bitchy about how your current roommates don't pick up the house, but it's not 100% THEIR mess to clean. It's 85% your mess, and about 15% theirs. There is a 4 y/o here. . . . . that child . . . . . If I hear "I love you, but. . . ." one more fuckin' time out of the adults here, I'm going to scream.
Needless to say, I'm NOT going to be coming back here for a long while after this. I've not one time heard "thank you" from you. NOT ONCE. Kind of a lot pisses me off.
Get your shit together and grow the fuck up.
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