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My room mate’s mother and father are in our apartment while she is in the hospital. They came in town last night and have spent more time here than there with her. They’ve been back here for the past three hours, drinking boxed wine and invading my privacy without shame.
Her mother doesn’t understand why it is not okay to come into Max and my room without asking our permission. Yes there is a washer and dryer in here, but it is our private room. You don’t set up camp without asking us, or without us even being home. And then you don’t lie about it to my face.
Furthermore, it is a pretty dumb idea to try and lecture me. She could ask anyone who knows me, and they would tell her that I am the queen of guilt. I know all the tricks of the trade, and have turned my heart as cold as ice to make it immune.
As a side note: Just because you’re saying “I’m sorry but…” in between every accusatory phrase does not mean you’ve apologized. And if you think you’re trying to be a mother figure and have a fight with me, my mother and I have more Socratic Arguments than we do fights.