For those of you who were reading this blog about 3 weeks back you might remember that I was having problems with one of my housemates. More specifically he called me a liar, which I wasn’t, and accused me of attempting to rip him off, which I wasn’t.
Last night we finally spoke since the incident. We didn’t talk about the incident, which I think we should have soon after it occured but I’ve given up on that. We just talked. It was a big step for both of us. I’d still like him to apologize for calling me a liar and yelling at me but I’m satisfied with just talking.
It makes the house environment much nicer and that makes me a happier person. I could really care if he still thinks I’m a liar (which I don’t think he does) because I only have to live with him for the next 3 and a half months. After that I will probably never see him again. See why I don’t care?
(I’m too busy [re: lazy] to read this post over so if their are errors I really don’t care) 🙂