Losing Jenn

Its amazing. She doesn’t bother to look at life from my point of view. She thinks I’m making a mess by leaving my knife on the counter. I’m leaving it there because I’m going to use it again. Its my knife. I can put it where ever the hell I want it. Especially since she leaves her crap ALL OVER THE APARTMENT. She says I don’t respect her or Jenn or the apartment. She doesn’t respect me either.

I feel like I’ve been training for this my entire life. This is how I used to feel with my parents, although they never overreacted. I would purposely leave a untensil out with the intention of using it again, knowing that my mother would probably see it and could flip out about it. I had ‘backup stories’ for everything in that damn house. Rarely was I called on them though. So she thinks she’s got me. She thinks she can push me around? She thinks she can intimidate me? She’s lucky that 90% of the time our needs and desires match up. She wants to be in the living room and I want to be in my bedroom.

My only anger stems from the fact that Jenn gets dragged into the middle of this. I feel bad that she gets caught in the middle.

Unfortunately, I think Jenn’s starting to slip to the Mel side of the apartment. I don’t really blame her for that. I’m not around. Cause I have a life, and school and things to do. I also know Jenn has a life, and school and things to do. I don’t go running to her with every little thing because I know how busy she is. But I think I’m losing her nevertheless.