I'm done....

Today, I was pushed, tested. Over a litter-box. Lol. It sounds petty, 'cause it was. But this guy, who thinks he's King Tut or someone, got upset that the litter-box was somewhere he thought wasn't a good place. Ok..

First of all:

This isn't your house.

You don't pay bills.
You don't feed the cats nor change the litter (I do.)
Hell, where am I suppose to put it?! This place is small and crowded.

I don't get it. He started it. He moves into my small bathroom. Ok...

I move it back where it originally was.

Next day. It's back in the bathroom. I move it back. He does it again. Ok...

By now, I'm getting frustrated. It's the third time. I move it back.

This time...my mom moves it. Ok, now I'm pissed. He gets her involved. In relationships or "friendships", as she calls them, she doesn't think for herself. Hmm...how to put this....she's weak-willed.
Ok, I MOVE IT BACK. He sees me move it back. Starts yelling at me. I yell back. Mom sticks up for him. "oh, babe. She doesn't understand." WTF?!
He says:
"Your disrespecting my feelings. When you come back from your trip, those cats will be gone."

I say:
"And so will your things. Try me negro."

I'm heated. Mom comes in and tries to sucker up to me. "You stick up for a man you barely know (not EVEN 6 months) and not your own daughter?! "aww, well...."
"Screw YOU and HIM. I'm done!"

I'm in my room. Trying to think of a plan.

-A.P.