Saturday, on our hike, I finally went off on the jerk. I screamed and yelled and told him exactly what I thought of him.
It was one of those moments you look back on and cringe but you know? We all reach our boiling points.
However; the rest of the hike was nice. The jerk really made an effort to..well…not be a jerk and I made an effort to at least tolerate him.
Last night, he and Billy went fishing and they each brought home a trout and told me it was their anniversary gift to me. Billy has become a good influence who keeps him in line. In some ways, he’s like a puppy..you know…cute when they’re being sweet but pissing you off when they shit on your carpet?
That’s kind of how we feel about him this point.
But Billy’s really guiding him in the right direction.
Since neither of them cook very well, I offered to bake the trout tonight after class as long as they cleaned them. The jerk ate two plates full and told me it was the best meal he’d ever eaten.
I’m sure he was exaggerating but it was nice to hear.
It’s nice to have at least one roommate who has previously shared living space with me. We’re starting to feel like family. Billy and I always yell “Honey! I’m home!” when one of us walks in the door and the jerk likes to sleep on our side of the duplex. He says he feels safe with us. Our other roommate who is just a few months older than the jerk, (only Billy has given me permission to use his name) says she feels safe staying on our side of the duplex as well.
We’re all sharing household duties, cleaning up our messes, taking out the garbage, and helping each other get through the course.
I think after a week of being here, we’re comfortable sharing a home for the next month.