10. Nine Months Too Long
When I first moved out from home, I moved in with a friend and his fiancee. She was a complete control freak, had a massive ego, and was (at the time undiagnosed) bipolar. But it seemed like a better option than living with my Aspergers stepdad any minute longer.
Anyway it started off very well, but the downward spiral began after an incident where they went to see a movie, I stayed in to watch Die Hard, they came back when their show sold out, and I wouldn’t immediately relinquish the TV halfway through my movie. That’s not the incident in question though – that’s just how I got in her bad books from which I could never leave.
I had spent Thanksgiving with the family, and when I came back home, there was a huge mess in the kitchen from their Thanksgiving dinner. They had left it to go to bed, but okay. I’ve been there. When I got up the next morning, they still hadn’t awoken and I was feeling pretty charitable. So, patting myself on the back for the nice guy maneuver, I cleaned the kitchen stem to stern. Took me the better part of an hour.
I finished and sat down to watch some tv. No sooner had I gotten into a show did she come out of her room, b-line to the kitchen, pull open all the drawers, and start b*tching that I had put the forks and spoons in the wrong compartments. Then she slammed the drawers shut and stormed back into her room.
I was with them for only nine months, but it was the longest of my life.