Starting to see the good side...

As much as I'm dreading Job Corps, the thought of being away from my computer, my friends, having to uproot my whole life in order to make things right again...
I'm starting to see that maybe its not such a bad thing.

Either Mike was right and I really can't get along with anyone, or Manny is really starting to show his true colors.

He told me a while back durring a discussion about phone useage that I could be on if he wasn't home, but if he was home he'd probably need to use the phone at some point so I couldn't be trying up the phonline. I had Callwave, and the only calls he ever got when I was online was ones where no one would leave a message. I told him this. Repeatedly.

Today I wake up and he's not here, so I get on to dink around a bit online before heading down to do my laundry and whatnot. He comes home at about 3-ish and starts pounding on my door, screaming at me about the phone line being used. I open the door and we get in to it, yelling at one another about it. I mention the thing that he said before and he says "I never said that!" so my first instinct, probably not my best but hey I was upset, was to scream back "YOU LIAR! YOU DID SO!" and it just went on from there. Christ, I was so pissed.

But not wanting to continue I finally close my door and let him rant. I start packing again and have to go out to the kitchen to take some dishes there. I walk by and he starts taunting and catcalling me.

"Can't understand Enlgish? Yak yak yak, that's all you do. Fucking lazy bitch. 'Oh I can't do this I don't feel well, I can't do that, wah wah wah'. Asshole."

I ignore it. Which is...saying alot for me. I normally don't ignore things, especially personal attacks. I go in, do my dishes, and he's STILL going off. Go back to my room, come back out to get something else. Still doing it.

"Yak yak yak."

Still ignoring him. I finally do get fed up with it, though. I wrote him a letter, not really caring if he reads it or not, basically saying that I'm not going to retaliate aganst his childish behavior, and I will finish up my week here doing what is expected of me, staying out of his way, and while I wish him the best of luck in life, that is the last thought, good or bad, I will have of him once I am gone from here. He can think of me what he likes, my conscious is clear.

He's since left, which is good because I really don't want to give myself anymore bad karma then I already have. Its taking alot of strength to keep from reaching out and putting my hands around his throat for being such a fucktard.

I know I did and am doing the right thing by not sinking to his level, but oh...what this is doing to my head right now...