I'm stressed and pissed off. Our housemate is continually at our throats for everything. Today she ripped into me for telling a lame dad joke. She said that she did not like it or find it, and I quote, "jokeful". Male housemate usually takes the brunt of her aggression because he commits the cardinal sin of working nights and coming home early in the morning and waking her, and I usually cop her incessant complaining about it, but she's decided to shake things up a little and target me too. She's forcefully requested a fourth housemate to bring her rent down further- I fucking hate hate hate doing the housemate search, weeding out the losers and the addicts and the troons, I'm autistic and a terrible judge of character, we ended up with her last time, didn't we?- but I rather think I'm looking for her replacement because I'm sick of all the complaining. Yesterday I went into the bathroom to have a shower, which is next to her room, and I overheard her on the phone talking shit about me and I just wanted to smack her in the mouth.
She told me that when she turned sixteen, not a single person turned up for her birthday party- I wonder why! She's made no friends since she got to this city and has only tried to tag along after male housemate and I when we go out with our friends. She's by no means the worst housemate I've ever had, and not even at this very house, but the way she keeps creating problems is really getting to me. She flatly refuses to understand that male housemate is slightly intellectually impaired and that there's always going to be shortfalls in his abilities, and yes, it's annoying but there's absolutely nothing that can be done about it. Likewise myself, but according to what I overheard, she thinks I'm just a 'hypochondriac'.
I'm over it. I'm over her. I've gone to ridiculous lengths to accommodate her and keep her happy and I'm just about done.