That's a long rant, wow. But, I had to write it. I'm trying to make the best of my living situation and I don't mean to vilify my roommate but I'm just so fed up with her acting helpless when she's not helpless. My dad was helpless, working while he was dealing with bone marrow cancer. He got out of bed EVERY DAY despite knowing every day could be his last. I get up every morning, temp job or not, because I WANT to find a job. I WANT to eat healthy. I WANT to participate in life. Not wallow with the time I have left especially with my liver disease that there's no cure for (4 stages of it before a transplant's required).

I mean... I get that life events can paralyze people into these kinds of depressions. But, everyone here knows what I went through this past year. And, not once was "hiding" from my problems an option for me. So, I kind of resent the fact that she has the financial means to hide in her bedroom, from her problems, because I don't have that luxury. I probably sound ungrateful don't I.

I also didn't mention that I cooked my roommate and her son dinners because she refuses to leave her bedroom. Today, she had a friend bring food over for her. This woman is fully capable of walking and driving to the grocery store.

Do you know how weird it is, to knock on her son's door with a glass of milk and a PB&J sandwich that I made for him, while she lays in her bed with her door shut? What must her son think?

Tomorrow is his first day of high school and she asked me to drive him. I said no of course, because 1) that's totally inappropriate b/c she's his mom and that's HER JOB and 2) I have my temp job. If she can drive her son to his first day of school, she can sure as hell get out of bed, grocery shop for them, and even take her garbage out (which she refuses to do also).

When I went to house sit for a weekend this summer, I left the day it was garbage day. Guess what was still sitting at the end of my roommate's drive way when I came back 4 days later? Her recycling and garbage receptacles. And, why is it, her teenage son can't mow their lawn? Or take out the garbage, or clean up around the house?

Can anyone relate to my situation at all? Or do you think I'm a horrible person?