Even though I got kicked out of grad school and had my car demolished by a drunk hit-and-run driver, I’ve still got my fabulous new house to live in, and my nice new roommate with whom to live. Right? Um, not so much.

The scene - last night in the hall outside my room -
Roommate: Hey! I haven’t seen you in forever!
Me: I know, I’ve had to work a lot. Why don’t you come out to dinner with Mary and me tonight?
R: So, my mom is coming for a visit in two weeks.
Me: Oh, awesome, it’ll be nice to meet her.
R: Well…she kind of decided that she doesn’t want me to have a roommate after all. It’s just such a hassle, you know, having a tenant and all. And she really doesn’t want me to have to live with anyone; she wants me to just be here alone.
Me: I…what? Are you kidding me?
R: I mean, I’ll totally help you move your stuff. You know, whatever I can do, I’ll help you with.
Me: –staring at the floor, wide-eyed–
R: Are you okay?
Me: No, I’m really not. I mean, I’ve been here for a month, all my stuff is here, my mail comes here. This is terrible; it’s really inconvenient, and it’s just horrible timing. It’s all just horrible.
R: Well, I really will help you.
Me: So, I just…don’t understand. Why is it such an inconvenience for your mom, having a tenant?
R: When she comes in two weeks, she’s bringing a bunch of friends. And she just wants to be free to always do that, and she can’t if you’re living in one of the rooms. So…you’ll have to go by the time she gets here.
Me: Oh. My. God.
Me: –staring at floor some more, fuming–
–awkward pause–
–pause–
–(Why will she not go away and leave me alone already??)–
R: –big sigh– Ugh, I can’t believe I have to fly home AGAIN this weekend. It’s such a pain.
Me: –staring at her in frank horror– Yeah, that really sucks. Listen, I have to get ready to meet Mary now, so…
R: Okay, well, bye.

I mean…holy shit! So now I get to move. AGAIN. At least I still have time left on my old lease, so I can go back there while I look for a studio to live in. Even though it’ll be more expensive, I’m definitely living alone from now on. The idea of relying on another human being for anything, at this point, makes me wary. If I’m by myself at least I know I won’t be getting hurt or screwed over in any way.

This officially completes the triad of The Worst String of Bad Luck I Have Had in My Life, Ever.