Finally

I got to spend an evening relaxing by myself in my apartment, the way I used to. I'm not trying to slag my new roommate, but I have had it up to here with not having any time to myself because she and her boyfriend are here all the time. I nearly lost it on Friday night when I expected her to be gone away and I came home and they were on the couch (again!). Holy fuck do they never go out?? Why say you're "going out" with someone is you never get your ass out the door?? I took to my room and didn't come out until much later when I stayed the night at my sister's apartment. I just couldn't take it anymore.

I'll be speaking to her when she gets home and I hope it goes well. We're both adults. I know I'm being reasonable about my expectations, and I'm sure she's simply not aware of how I feel. But I also know that I can't continue to put up with this. My sanity is suffering. Home is very very important to me. I need to be able to come home from work and decompress without someone I barely know around. I don't think I'm asking too much. And I really need to get some quality sleep. I don't get that when he stays until 2:00 every night he's here and wakes me up as he leaves. I mean come on! Have some respect! I have to work at 9 in the morning. I don't mind it if it happens occasionally, but all the time?? I live her too, have lived here longer, in fact, and feel alienated in my own apartment. It's got to stop before I end up really losing it. I really like both my roommate and her boyfriend. I want to continue liking them. So I've got to stop expecting her to read my mind and speak up.

*Sigh* I'm going to Montreal tomorrow to visit my old roommate and have supper with my sister's in-laws. It'll be nice to have a change of scenery.