Pity Party of 1!

Stop pitying yourself! What just happened to you has happened to millions of people, women, men, couples. I'm sick of hearing about how you just can't get over it! Stop posting on Facebook looking for sympathy. I have none for you.

I'm starting to resent my own house...

On Thursday, Norman and I chose a new renter and allowed her to move her belongings into our house. Since then, my blood pressure has been thru the roof and I can't stand being at home without Norman. Part of the rooms we're renting out is a combination of a kitchen/living room, along with a bedroom and the only reason she needs to enter into our house is to go across the hallway to the restroom. But instead, she stands in the hallway, yells "hello?" and then barges into our living room to look for someone. I understand you need something, but this is MY house. This is MY living space, not yours. You have your own, and just like I would never barge into your living area, you should not be barging into mine. I don't feel like I have any privacy left in my own house. I keep joking (maybe I'm not joking, I'm not really sure) about going to stay with my parents until she's gone, however long that may be. The other night she was in her room, and then we heard her outside and while she was out there, we heard a crash come from her room. After she came back in from outside, she went into her room and then came stomping into our living room, where Norman and I were sitting on the couch. "Did you hear a crash?" she said, glaring at Norman. Did she want us to yell at her outside that something had crashed? She seemed kind of mad that no one had mentioned anything, even though we hadn't seen her yet. Then, she wanted to know why her satelite box wouldn't stay on. I'll tell you why it won't stay on, BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T FREAKING PAID RENT YET! You don't get internet or satelite tv until you pay your rent! Duh! I swear she's taking more of Norman's time then I'm taking nowadays. He comes home and goes into her room to work on crap she's broken or upset about. What about me? My house needs some love too. Today, the power went out. It was a scheduled outage, and they are repairing something, and we got a notice in the mail that it would be off from 9-11 this morning. At 905, sure as shit, the power went out. She freaked! She came out into the hallway and yelled "Did the power go out?" I sat in bed and chuckled to myself, trying not to blow my lid. Then, I hear her in her room yelling "I have so much to do today. I don't have time for this! What the hell happened to the power?" So I start to get ready for work, and she catches me out in the hallway.
Her: "What happened to the power?"
Me: "It went out."
Her: "I have too much to do today! I-"
Me: "What would you like for me to do about it?"
Her: "Where is the breaker box?"
Me: "It's not just our house, it's the whole park, and the breaker box isn't going to help you."
Her: "Well, I need power! I have too much to do today!"
Me: "Again, what would you like me to do about it?"
Her: *Big sigh and goes back into her room, slamming the door*
Me: *Rolls eyes and leaves for work*

I swear this woman will be the death of me.