For the first time since moving into my apartment, I don't feel safe sleeping there. Not safe as if I'm in personal danger, but safe as in if I stay there, my temper will be too shot to keep from not snapping at someone at work. So for tonight, I'm crashing in my neighbor's apartment while he stays over at his girlfriend's place. Tomorrow night, if I don't feel any better about it, I'm probably going to be in search of refuge for yet another night. Not sure how long I'll be able to keep this up, but you know what? I've done my duty in trying to ease the tension in the apartment, and it hasn't worked.
I've gone through the proper procedures. Talking has done no good so far. Instead, they seemed to clam up even further, and when the next step was brought up (bringing in a mediator), they got hostile. They said my roommate and I were being stupid for wanting to seek an unbiased third party to help solve things. They openly mocked us in front of the wrong party's door, while she was crying over a friend who had been murdered.
One was blatantly snotty to me and making remarks that were uncalled for the minute she saw me. They even went so far as to make a blatant commentary about us that was uncalled for.
I'm having to believe that it's time for people take a moment and do a reality check. Stop defending the baby thieves of the world. Let them grow up in the light of day instead of shielding them underneath the wing of a sister who believes that no wrong can be done.
I'm done.
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