So. Let me know if I am overreacting okay?
I live in a small apartment (read: small). I am also broke (read: extremely broke). This has resulted in me still living at home trying to pay bills and my student loans off, while inhabiting the same space that I have for almost 21 years. This space I share with my sister. I am 23. My sister is 19.
2 fully (biologically if not mentally/emotionally/spiritually, I wanna be a kid forever) women.
The battle for privacy commences.
Wait. Did I say privacy? Hah! That’s a joke. Why? Because we don’t have a door to our room.
I repeat. No. Door.
Why? Well let me tell you a story that took place about 4 years ago:
My sister, being the youngest, believes that it is her God given duty to challenge any suggestion I send her way. So when I say “Do not lean on the door like that”, she takes it to mean “Well I’m gonna throw myself at the door in any way I wish”. This is what happens when you put 2 combative personalities together in 1 small cell. I mean room.
Well my sister’s inclination to throwing herself at points of egress resulted in the breaking of the door. I swear, hearing that cheap pinewood crack off it’s hinges while like hearing a bone breaking in my body.
I looked at her. She looked at me. I was so conflicted with emotions that I was stone silent. Should I A) laugh at her because when the door went down, so did she, B) Feel satisfaction with the knowledge that I was right, C) Say one of the most satisfying sentences of all, “I told you so”, or D) realize that I no longer have a door which means that now my entire family will hear how I cackle at my books.
Well the answer was E) None of the above. I did what any mature 19-year-old would do. I looked her in the eye, took a deep breath, and bellowed “MOOOOOOM!”
Mothers fix things. Mothers are able to weigh situations and can assess the damage and what needs to be done.
I was sorely disappointed.
Instead of a scolding or a lecture or ANYTHING that would show my sister that I was right and she was wrong and that she would have the pay the price for breaking our door, I get a “Why didn’t you tell her not to lean on the door?”.
I reply to my parental unit, “I told her not to lean on the door but she didn’t listen”. And the reply I receive? My former incubator turns to the other and says, “Well, you are going to learn your lesson because you now don’t have a door”.
Where was the fire and brimstone that needed to be hailed upon the heathen’s head as retribution for the destruction of property, and as a result, my privacy? My sister prefers the living room to use as her monster’s den, while I occupy our room. So she is unaffected by the demolition of our door.
The demon spawn looks suitably chastised, and apologizes. When my former host leaves the room, the Devil’s ilk turns to me and says “Well. Guess I should have listened, haha!”. How did I end up the one being punished?
After a certain amount of time, the door was replaced.
About 2 years later it was broken again.
I am now 23 without a door to my room.
Anybody looking for a new roommate?