Warning: I am venting here

"Some resentment did arise at a perseverance so selfish and ungenerous" - Jane Austen from "Mansfield Park"

I told my roommate about my plans of moving out. We have lived together not more than 3 months and we get along just fine, no arguments or misunderstanding. She is an awesome lady and I love her cat and I am quite comfortable with the living condition. So why am I moving? Well lets just say after several bad experiences in my life I have decided to always listen to my instincts and my instincts tell me to leave.

The reasons are there and they are not all perfect and strong. Firstly, we had a certain agreement at the time I moved in and she turned back on her word and kind of created a bad taste in my mouth. Secondly, my commute has increased to 30 miles a day, a situation not at all agreeable to me. Lastly, I don't want to live in a place where I may feel I need to justify my actions or words to a person not at all rightful of these justifications. She had made it very clear that she is looking out for herself and so I decided to do the same. and told her that I'm moving.

Since that day she has made it her duty to argue against all my reasons for moving out. I tell her each time my mind has not changed and each time she argues against it and tells me to re-think my decision. All her arguments are valid. All her arguments are directed to make me feel guilty enough to change my mind. All her arguments look out for her well-being and not my comfort. She is looking out for herself and making me feel bad for doing the same. She is not doing it consciously perhaps. But it is serving the purpose, I feel guilty as hell!!

And I would have believed that she is forcing me to reconsider by mere kindness of heart or loving feelings that she may have towards me, if she wouldn't keep mentioning that it is such a financial burden and inconvenience to find a replacement and that she might have to rent out her condo and that she will have to move in with her parents. She is picky about who she lets in the house. The conversation is never ending.

Last night she followed me to the bathroom door and had this conversation for the fourth time while I was holding more than just my patience. I equal this to torture.

I admire her perseverance, but her tactics are all so unfair. I feel so responsible for her potential homelessness that I am almost ready to disregard my instincts. But I must not.

Please Miss SN, my dear land lady. Back off!!! You should never have asked me to move in under false pretences. Next time be honest and upfront. And now stop asking me to reconsider and let me move out in peace. Stop giving me guilt trips that would put my mother's innocent attempts at forcing guilt induced matrimony on me, to shame.