It's like a bad horror movie that keeps cranking out sequels. My live-in is gone, but my landlord has decided to move her mother in. I can be really accommodating, in fact too accommodating, for an incredibly long time. Too long.
And, I've hit my threshold. So, I'm about to hang out in unyielding, unreasonable, tending toward, "What a bitch."
I don't know how long I'll have to hang out in the space of "unreasonable angry black woman" with him. But, I needed somewhere to mark that I actually hit a point where I made a decision to attack him to get him to stop his attacking me, because all of my "reasonable efforts" have been ignored.
If I don't have somewhere I note that I've decided to attack someone, somewhere along the process I wonder why I'm being so unreasonable. Of course I'm being unreasonable. Uhm- I'm attacking you.
This whole scenario is fucking ridiculous.
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