Living Disarrangement
Feb. 22nd, 2006 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreySo here's some drama. My housemates have broken up.
Completely, out of the blue. All on J's side, from what I can tell. And it's just - astounding, because I came home at two-ish yesterday and he was there on the couch, having lunch, joking about leaving K's toast on the couch until she saw it, because they'd apparently talked about her leaving food about a few days before. And then I went upstairs to read, came back down and had dinner, and just as I finished, at about 8 o'clock, K comes in all red-eyed saying he'd broken up with her. 7 days after they spent a romantic Valentine's Day together. 3 days before they were going on a weekend break to Venice together, for which they'd already bought clothes and stuff. Hours after he'd been texting her, completely normally. She just got a text from him saying he wanted her to come home so they could talk, and so she called him, and could 'tell from his voice' he wanted to break up with her. Apparently he doesn't love her anymore. And he's been feeling this way for days/weeks/months, I couldn't tell. Which makes it even more unclear why he couldn't wait till Venice, or the end of term, or the end of uni, or a time when we weren't all living together anymore. But he did. And here we are.
Now I don't even know what's going on. J's moving out, in about a week, or that's the plan. K pretty much told him to stay somewhere else while he looked for a new place - but now she's gone home for the weekend, till Tuesday, and she's told him he can use the house while she's not there, because he's got nowhere else to stay. So I've got to live with him until then, after thinking I would never see him in the house again. And I've got to talk to him/not talk to him after an evening of comforting K, and telling her he was acting like a wanker, which I think he was, based on his timing, if nothing else. And I don't feel like I can say anything, because y'know, it's their break-up, not mine, but - it's my house. Which he has essentially devastated, and probably ruined a bunch of memories of. And he's got nowhere to stay, which is rubbish, and I do like him, though I was always more K's friend than his, but - suddenly I've got to think 'Is he going to keep paying rent here? Are we going to have to pay more?'. K thinks he should, or rather that she and I shouldn't have to pay more because of what he's done, but whether he will or not is another matter. If he doesn't, will we have to get someone else to live here? A stranger, halfway through the last proper uni term? Could we, even if we wanted to? And even if he does pay rent, our share of the bills are going to go up. And - he's going to be gone. No more J using all the pans in cooking. No more G coming over and big 'family' dinners. No more J just downstairs with his big, big dictionary. And I know it's going to be worse for K than me, because they spent so much time together, but gahhhh...
I suggested we make ourselves a games room.
If he even goes, of course. I don't know what's going on anymore. The house seems really tense and sharp all of a sudden. I called mum to tell her, and she told me not to think ahead of myself, that they might get back together in a few days. Which is fair enough, and has happened before with those two last year, after arguments. But this wasn't an argument, and they both seem pretty set on it. 'I don't love you anymore' is pretty strong, and K seems mostly insulted and pissed off at the way he broke up with her - thinking that if he could do that, he can't love/respect her that much anyway. Or that's how she feels now, anyway. She's put all the stuff he owned/gave her from the house into his room, if not into the bin. So it seems pretty final, but - I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen. Part of me wants them to make it up (and be happy together, obviously), and part of me wants J to just go, now, and it just be me and K. There is something about him I've always been unsure about, though I did like him. I just...don't know. I just want to know what's going to happen, so I can start planning around it. Instead I have to try and focus on the masses of work I already have to do for this week. Sigh.
So that's a bit different from my normal posts, anyway.
Completely, out of the blue. All on J's side, from what I can tell. And it's just - astounding, because I came home at two-ish yesterday and he was there on the couch, having lunch, joking about leaving K's toast on the couch until she saw it, because they'd apparently talked about her leaving food about a few days before. And then I went upstairs to read, came back down and had dinner, and just as I finished, at about 8 o'clock, K comes in all red-eyed saying he'd broken up with her. 7 days after they spent a romantic Valentine's Day together. 3 days before they were going on a weekend break to Venice together, for which they'd already bought clothes and stuff. Hours after he'd been texting her, completely normally. She just got a text from him saying he wanted her to come home so they could talk, and so she called him, and could 'tell from his voice' he wanted to break up with her. Apparently he doesn't love her anymore. And he's been feeling this way for days/weeks/months, I couldn't tell. Which makes it even more unclear why he couldn't wait till Venice, or the end of term, or the end of uni, or a time when we weren't all living together anymore. But he did. And here we are.
Now I don't even know what's going on. J's moving out, in about a week, or that's the plan. K pretty much told him to stay somewhere else while he looked for a new place - but now she's gone home for the weekend, till Tuesday, and she's told him he can use the house while she's not there, because he's got nowhere else to stay. So I've got to live with him until then, after thinking I would never see him in the house again. And I've got to talk to him/not talk to him after an evening of comforting K, and telling her he was acting like a wanker, which I think he was, based on his timing, if nothing else. And I don't feel like I can say anything, because y'know, it's their break-up, not mine, but - it's my house. Which he has essentially devastated, and probably ruined a bunch of memories of. And he's got nowhere to stay, which is rubbish, and I do like him, though I was always more K's friend than his, but - suddenly I've got to think 'Is he going to keep paying rent here? Are we going to have to pay more?'. K thinks he should, or rather that she and I shouldn't have to pay more because of what he's done, but whether he will or not is another matter. If he doesn't, will we have to get someone else to live here? A stranger, halfway through the last proper uni term? Could we, even if we wanted to? And even if he does pay rent, our share of the bills are going to go up. And - he's going to be gone. No more J using all the pans in cooking. No more G coming over and big 'family' dinners. No more J just downstairs with his big, big dictionary. And I know it's going to be worse for K than me, because they spent so much time together, but gahhhh...
I suggested we make ourselves a games room.
If he even goes, of course. I don't know what's going on anymore. The house seems really tense and sharp all of a sudden. I called mum to tell her, and she told me not to think ahead of myself, that they might get back together in a few days. Which is fair enough, and has happened before with those two last year, after arguments. But this wasn't an argument, and they both seem pretty set on it. 'I don't love you anymore' is pretty strong, and K seems mostly insulted and pissed off at the way he broke up with her - thinking that if he could do that, he can't love/respect her that much anyway. Or that's how she feels now, anyway. She's put all the stuff he owned/gave her from the house into his room, if not into the bin. So it seems pretty final, but - I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen. Part of me wants them to make it up (and be happy together, obviously), and part of me wants J to just go, now, and it just be me and K. There is something about him I've always been unsure about, though I did like him. I just...don't know. I just want to know what's going to happen, so I can start planning around it. Instead I have to try and focus on the masses of work I already have to do for this week. Sigh.
So that's a bit different from my normal posts, anyway.
