Hey you guys. Thank you for the outpouring of support and ass-kicking! I was feeling really bad all day yesterday about the tension at home. The more I thought about it, the more fired-up I felt, about the incident specifically and also about what sort of future I would have in an environment with a landlady (because Jane OWNS the house, did I tell you that?) who didn’t see the need to compromise. I was obsessing on it all day and evening and couldn’t wait to get home and talk it out again. (But sort of dreading it at the same time, to be honest.)

In the end, we finally all three sat down late last night. As I thought, it was much better having Chris there too. He sort of moderated. And he is a very gentle, sweet type of guy, so whenever Jane said something sarcastic and petulant to me, he’d sort of…rest his hand on her arm, like you would to to quiet down a spooked horse. If I hadn’t gotten the impression he was holding her back from lunging at me and tearing my throat out, it might have been sort of charming.

But yes, things are better and out in the open now. The whole thing was that she claimed to not have known/remembered that the talking from room-to-room was what kept me up, so she thought that I had just jumped down her throat after ONE night of being disturbed, whereas I had remembered mentioning it to her a few times before, so I felt like it was this personal attack that it kept happening.

So now we get where each other was “coming from,” although I HATE that phrase; it is so overused and, um, Real World-y. We agreed to try 1) them being quieter in the kitchen and bathroom, and 2) me trying a fan. If that does not work I can try sleeping in Chris’s room to see if I want to move there.

Interestingly, neither of them really wanted me to leave them alone with the whole back part of the house. They didn’t want me to be physically separated from them; they thought it would be this weird manifestation of how I already am the non-coupled one. Which is a nice sentiment. Anyway, we will see. I’m not packing my bags yet.

And for real, thanks for the kind words! It was so nice to get home and see all these comments from Internet Strangers reassuring me that I was not an intolerant mouse-loon.