Is he claiming his territory, or is it just a stubborn refusal to concede? If the third roommate was eliminated, well then what? Would another problem, perhaps the real issue, surface in its place? My friend should just hire a cleaning lady. “These things are fixable,” I said. “You’re lucky in this case – you can just throw money at it.”
I wanted it to come from him.
I suspect we all have that thing in our lives. That thing that causes us to triangulate, that divides our attention and obfuscates the underlying issue. It’s much easier to talk about, and to, the third roommate – blame it for all our problems – instead of confronting the scary shit hiding under the dirty laundry. And the towel, like all laundry, no matter how many times we tend to it, keeps coming back.
It’s still too early with my new boyfriend to identify our third roommate, or if we’d even have one; we don’t live together yet, nor does he even have a key to my apartment. But regardless, our communication is excellent. Oh. Wait. There are those stubborn string cheese wrappers that reappear stuck to the counter and floor…