Why I'm A Bitch

*sigh*

Back at the beginning of March, I went to Bike Week in Daytona with a very good friend of mine named Goose*. I also got to meet the amazing Stardust from Pajiba on that trip. We had a blast! Rocking out to some excellent bands, people watching (holy crap, that was the best part!), and drinking.

One of the bands, Hypersona, was particularly good and we stayed and listened and danced a bit longer. I noticed the roadie/merch guy was staring at Goose. When I alerted her to him, she glanced over at him. He beckoned her over...and that was how they got together.

Of course I was sceptical at first but he turned out to be sweet and very into her. I thought he just wanted to get in her pants and wouldn't call her after that first night but he turned out to be a pretty decent guy. She fell for him pretty quickly and he reciprocated. It all sounds so nice and sweet, right?

Not quite.

As it turns out, he was a bit of a loser. He's 36, unemployed (except for a few random gigs with the band and pick up work at a mechanic friends' shop), he doesn't have a car (or even a license!), and he was being kicked out of his friends' parents' house where he'd been living for free. Yeah, this is the guy she fell for. When she told me that the only place he had to go was his friends' garage (the mechanic garage, not a house garage), I offered my tiny little condo (the front room) rent free for a month so they could pull some money together.

Now Goose is a GREAT friend. If she told me the sky was purple, I'd believe her. That's the only reason I offered. If she trusted this guy then I would too. He wasn't stranger to me. And I firmly stated that it would ONLY be a month, no longer. I did have a few weird rules (no using the only bathroom, located in my room, after 10 pm), but he was fine with it.

And so a month went by. I actually enjoyed having them there (she stayed often). They cooked, bought food, brought movies over, cleaned, etc. It was crowded but okay. Mohawk came up on weekends and then it was REALLY crowded, but we all soldiered through.

Toward the end of the month, I started to get a bit concerned. I hadn't seen him trying to get a job. He and Goose were constantly having big blow ups. Somehow, he kept buying 6 and 12-packs of beer and drinking it in one or two nights and just lounging around (although he was apparently working at his friends' garage during the day). He was there when I left and there when I got home. It bothered me because I could never just relax at my house but since his time was almost up I let it go. I decided to get a puppy! But I wanted to wait until they were out of the house. They'd found a place and were waiting until the previous people moved out. Awesome. I made plans to pick up Bentley (the new puppy) the day they were out of there.

The day before the puppy pick-up, they let me know that the people who were supposed to be moving out were dragging their feet. Um...okay. I didn't want to be a bitch so I told them that they could stay a few extra days but that Bentley was coming anyway.

The day after I got my puppy, the awful news came that the place had fallen through. They now had no place to move into but they reassured me that they were on the lookout for a new place ASAP. I tried to be okay with this but I was fed up at this point. I'd already agreed to let them stay a bit longer, so what could I do? At this point, their stuff has completely taken over. Then they bought a futon (they were tired of sleeping on the floor) and that took up the entire space of the front room. Thinking that they would only be here for a few more days, I agreed to this too.

Then a combination of my period and a rise hit me. I became super bitch and I barely tolerated anything. The only thing that escaped my scorn was Bentley, who is so awesome and fun. I warned Goose that things were going to get rocky and unpleasant since I'd never had to deal with an overcrowded house and a new puppy to train along with everything else. She claimed to understand. Until my rage made me completely unable to stand him being there. I just stopped talking to him completely because I absolutely could not talk to him without being an utter cunt. So I just ignored him completely, said nothing, and basically made him feel like shit for being in my house. I couldn't help it. Every time I saw his ass just sitting there drinking beer and watching TV, I just got more and more pissed off. 'Why aren't you looking for more work besides the garage?', "Why are you content with letting your girlfriend pay for everything for you?', 'Why are you spending what little money you make on beer?', "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN STILL HERE?'

Finally I couldn't take it any longer (it had only been a week). I asked Goose when she thought they would be able to get a new place. She gave me the sob story of not having enough for a deposit on any place until she started work next week and got paid. I told her that I didn't think I could let them stay that long. I was getting to the point where I was completely uncomfortable in my house and I did not like that. She got the hint and said that they would be out the next day. But this was a guilt trip and it worked. I felt like such a bitch for doing this. For the first time in quite a while, I'm putting my own (and Bentleys') needs in front of someone else. It's a good thing for me but it makes me feel awful for doing it. Granted, these are grown people (he's 36 and she's 38) and I shouldn't feel responsible for them. But I do, just a bit.

So that (along with many other reasons!) is why I'm a bitch. I just kicked my friends' boyfriend (and her) out of my house. For no other reason than the fact that I wanted my own space back. It may sound like a normal thing to do, but I feel awful for essentially making them homeless.

On the other hand, Bentley will be THRILLED to have more space all to himself...

* We call her Goose because she has a distinctive honking laugh. It's really hilarious. In fact I didn't even know her real name for years...