I feel like a bad person. Yesterday my ex-roomate reached out to say my W-2 showed up. I am still really rather bitter with him for how he did me, if you remember that debacle. I didn't answer and I was contemplating on what to say or how to reply. He wrote again tonight, this time, in a more forceful way. It wasn't rude by any means but it was clear was going to man the situation and try to coax an answer. "Hey, I'm not sure you're getting my messages. How did you want to set up getting your W2?". I know it's a long reach to be so upset with his wording but it did kind of irk me. It's a piece of mail that in all honesty he has no obligation to ensure I get. It was kind of him to reach out, but I don't take kindly to being strong-armed like a car salesman pushing a sale. I told him "Toss it, I'll find other means to receive my W2, i'd appreciate if you didn't reach out again". and left it at that.

I'm sure he doesn't understand my response, but with my anger and personality and mental state I just can't fathom having to deal with him even long enough to get him to send me a W-2 form. I don't want him knowing my current address, and i can get the W-2 online through a third party who Amazon works with to send them anyway. I'll deal with it when I can, but I don't want to deal with him.


I don't guess it matters, he's probably thrown it away and that's the end of that conversation. Too bad I harbor anger for how he did me. I hope one day I can let that go. Just kinda funny he told me 2 weeks prior to his girlfriend and her boyfriend moving in that they would need the basement for their stuff so I needed to find somewhere else to live. I didn't waste time and moved back home IMMEDIATELY as it was the only option I really had available. He refused to pay me back any rent i paid for the month pro-rated (I requested but didn't push -- he tried to bargain it out with "well I did this and that..." ****, so I said, lets call it even, and I haven't talked to him since that incident. Weird how pushy he is about a damn piece of paper. It just doesn't sit well with me.