Why lie and tell me that you want me here, that you're happy I moved in and don't want me to leave, that it's okay that I pay rent and live here for another six months, that everything is not just okay but good, when it's not true?
However, I think I've kept up my side of the bargain and thought that I'd become a full member of this household. I don't want to live in a place where I have to remember that I'm a charity case when I pay everything I'm supposed to and the only thing I might ever slack on is dishes.
Everyone is inconsiderate or hypocritical at times. The difference is that good people, or just the type of people I like and the type of person I like to try to be, actually try to understand the situation from other perspectives and know how to apologize.
I have always looked inward as the source of the majority of my problems, which is why I know this whole situation with Bill isn't a precise, black & white, right & wrong issue.
I just know that he was hurtful and cruel and I will never feel comfortable living in here and sharing "his space" again.
I now feel that the "goodness of his heart" isn't quite so golden.