Any port in the storm

And any ear that will listen.

Brigham is -not- pleased I am leaving, and I am learning more and more how much he likes the high road. And by high road, I mean low road, and by low road, I mean bitching to anyone that even thinks to imply they know me.

I've seen the lines drawn in the sand by him, and I've seen people choosing their side, and I've seen those smart enough not to take any sides, but merely to offer a friendly hand during the process.

His argument, is that I'm fucking him and dani over by giving ten days notice and leaving. I gave him notice in February, and dani has been aware of my exact move date for the past month. He says that bills will be increasing by over $200 for each of them.

$125 for rent, each, and by his own count, I'm to blame for all the bandwidth downloaded (So that is $65 extra gone from the household expenses), and I'm to blame for half of the hydro or more because of my fan (there's another $150 gone), and I'm the person that eats all the food -more than half of it according to him-. (And he spends over $1000 a month on food by his own counts). So there's another $500+ off of food monthly that he won't have to spend.

So He loses $50 for hydro, loses $250 for rent, and loses $40 for internet. Add this up and it's $390 split between them. And he'll save $60 on the extra bandwidth because I won't be downloading anymore (won't be here). He'll save almost $150 on hydro since I won't have my stuff going; and he'll save near to $500 in groceries a month because I won't be here "eating it all". Which amounts to over $700 in savings, just be removing one person.

Admittedly, that one person has been solo-paying the bills since we moved in here, has been a private ATM for gas and groceries on a consistent basis, and has been willing to live in a glorified closet. Note: Not sleep in it, but actually LIVE in it. I say live, because the community space has no room for my computer (his computer, sure, but not mine).... The community space is also his "bedroom", which means once he goes to sleep, it's essentially off limits.

However I'm the one doing the screwing over here.... I've been the one paying the bills since november, paying a third of the gas and the groceries, eating one meal a day, sometimes two, and living in a room that is actually the near exactly same size as a prison cell (6' x 8') Perhaps a few inches larger, but not by too fuckin' much.

So I've spent the past seven months in prison as a privileged prisoner (you know, computer and internet and books to read). And of course yard time in the form of some coffee trips and various events, and blah blah. No, not as severe as prison, not even meaning to imply that, merely cell size.

The Gaoler has less power too, of course. But that's besides the point.

So yes, I watch him draw the line, and I watch those who are picking sides, and those not getting involved. However it is very telling who your friends are, and who are not your friends, when you look at something and can see those who actually ask what is up, and those who just listen to one side and start spreading shit around.

Not that any shit has been spread, mind you. I don't think it has anyways. I'll know in a week when I'm back in barrie, and start to attend things regularly again. I'll be able to watch who whispers behind their hands, who avoids me, or even who says, "It's best if you don't come here anymore."

I don't necessarily expect the latter of those, but best to be prepared, right? Always be prepared, never surprised.

So that is all for now. I just wish people had the brains to actually get both sides of a story, instead of hearing one and deciding to pick a stance based on it. Three sides to every story, one side, the other, and the truth.

His side:
I'm fucking him over, giving 10 days notice
increasing his expenses.
I never carried my weight
ate too much (including his precious pizza)
Am selfish.

My side:
I gave him four months notice starting back in february.
By his accounts of what I -cost- this house, he'll actually be saving almost $300 a month.
I did as much around here as anyone else.
I eat a meal a day, sometimes two. And yes, I took slices from two or three pizzas without asking. Gasp!
I've been his personal ATM for seven months, and he's not given one penny towards bills.

The Truth.
You decide.