I'm Gonna Be Homeless

Hell-o all,

I have very nice clothes, a college education-private school no less, and at risk of being homeless.

My boyfriend has 2 roommates, a boy and a girl with the same name, so I will call them the boy and the girl. They were both opposed to me coming here and have both asked and threatened me to leave on behalf of both of them. Welcoming, no?

The other day one of them came into Josh's bedroom where I had been staying isolated, as not to get into their personal space, he takes Josh's keys that were left for me and tells me I have 10 min to get out(!). WTF? He says that he is not being irrational but even though I am not in his space and am not affecting him I have to leave. He didn't care where I was going but I couldn't stay there. Mind you all of these threats, of which these are about 10%, were peppered with fuck this, fuck you, and fuck that, ending in calling me a pussy.

I'm sorry, you uncharitable dickwad, I'm here with my arms and legs wrapped around a bed so you can't come and throw me out onto the streets of Manhattan, I think a note of desperation in my voice is more than adequate. This has been just one in a onslaught of reasons that I should come home. I am here to make it work with the BF. I understand that this may be infringing on your petrie dish of a life, but mind your own GOD DAMN BUSINESS! GROW A BRAIN! BE A NICE PERSON! AND GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Although he was willing to be late to work for me to leave, he would let me iron my clothes before I left, but still would not give me Josh's keys so that I could give them to him for us to come back later. Bipolar much?

I came back with Josh that night and the next day talked to Mom about the situation. After understanding that he did not have "designs" on Josh, because he is straight and undesirable, she asked if I could buy him out of his lease so that he could go away.

"No, Mom. Finding an apt. in NY is very had and he was here first. He's just an asshole."

"Huh, well. is he an aspiring actor?"

"Yes."

"Well then, we can just pray that he makes it big, really soon, so he leaves."

"Or that he gets hit by a bus."

"Yes, either one would work, we can pray for both."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We can do that?!? I mean my Mom and God are like BFF and she just said that we can pray for God to hit this asshole with a bus. People get killed in NY everyday and a little divine intervention to weed out someone who is inflicting me personal discomfort would be awesome. I mean I'm baptized AND confirmed. Doesn't that count for something? So I ask you gentle readers, all 4 or 5 of you, if you believe in God or not, if you believe in Buddha, Santa, or science, PRAY. Pray that the powers that be hit this king of the douche-monkeys with the biggest, heaviest bus New York has to offer. Maybe one of those double-decker touristy ones!

My life wasn't supposed to be this dramatic. Isn't that why I'm in the arts? I do not need this stress in my life. I do not need to be homeless. I have suffered enough. I know what many, all 4 or 5 of you are thinking. What about Josh? What is he doing? Fabulous question.