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Sigh. Another pretty hectic day for me.

I got into another fight with my brother-- go figure. Apparently, the chore everyone hates is cleaning the fridge of it's old mouldy foods, obviously because it's so gross. But it's not that hard for me. So I ask my brother to do all the dishes, and in return, I'll clean the fridge by myself.

So I empty the trash can, which needed to be emptied so I could re-fill it with month-old leftovers, and when I come back in, my brother's sitting on his a** playing x-box. I asked him if he did the dishes, and after several times trying to get him to hear me (he's completely oblivious to the world around him when he's playing Halo 2), and he shouts at me "YES! I DID! LEAVE ME ALONE NOW!"

So I wander into the kitchen, listening for the hum of the dishwasher. Hearing it, I feel satisfied, but the emotion is short lived. For when I look into the sink, I see both sides nearly completely filled with dishes. I open the dishwasher to find bowls with four rows of prongs to themselves, laying flat on the rack and taking up a lot more space than they need to. And most of those bowls had been in there before Jason had 'done the dishes'.

I look into the sink to find several handfuls of silverware that could have fit into the dishwasher. I looked in the silverware section of the dishwasher to find that only the silverware that had been there before Jason 'did the dishes' resided in the slots.

Finally, I walk over to the fridge, open it, and look at how many different things I was going to have to take out, empty, and soak before washing them. I counted many.

"Jason, I thought you said you did the dishes?" I called to him.

"I did!"

"Half the stuff in here was already there before you started! Silverware ALWAYS fits into a load, there are always enough slots! You could have re-arranged [insert several things to re-arrange here] to fit better! That way I would have room to wash the stuff I'm taking out of the fridge!"

"I DID ALL OF THE STUFF IN THE DISHWASHER! NONE OF THAT STUFF WAS THERE!"

"I remember washing this YESTERDAY!"

"AND!?!? Look at the whole right side of the top rack, I did all of those!"

"So what does that leave? The entire bottom rack, silverware, and left half of the top rack stuff that was already there?"

"Shut up!"

"What about the silverware? Did you do those?"

"Yes!!!"

"Then why didn't you finish putting the rest of them in?"

"Because I didn't feel like it!" <~~I especially loved this phrase, because of something he said to me later on in the argument.

"And? You think I feel like doing the fridge all by myself? No, but I'm doing it anyways!"

"What does that have to do with anything!? I did the dishes!"

"No you didn't! I'm sorry if I don't feel like cleaning the fridge is worth the pitiful amount of work you did!"

"YOU'RE JUST LAZY! YOU JUST DON'T WANT TO DO THE FRIDGE! Well it doesn't matter, because I'm not helping you!!"

Can you believe that? He called me lazy, after not doing the silverware because he 'didn't feel like it.' That is what ticked me off.

After cleaning up his mess in the sink, successfully piling all the dishes on one side, I began doing my part of the chores. Then, I came back. All in all a boring day, until my mother came home.

Robert urged me to talk to her and ask if she was alright. I went out to make dinner, and she was there, making her own dinner. I noticed her eyes and face were red, and, completely forgetting that Robert had asked me so, I asked her if she was okay. I talked to her about what happened yesterday, and she says that she DIDN'T say she didn't believe him, that she didn't know what to believe when she hadn't been there. Also, she said something about the relationship not being broken up just because of the nonexistant relationship between her son and boyfriend. She also IMmed me later and we basically repeated the same conversation, which I'll post below:

[Names are changed for privacy]

Seos [Mother]: So are you mad at me because you think I have treated Robert unfairly?

Nia [Me]: He keeps telling me that you directly told him you didn't believe him.

Nia: I'm upset because if that's true, you are going against his word and mine to favor the child that--no offense to Jason--normally lies.

Seos: I said I didn't know if I believed him. I wasn't THERE. I have no idea what to believe. I have two of the people I care about most telling me different things and neither of them has a historical record of accuracy when telling me about the other. What do I do? Pick my boyfriend over my son?

Seos: Jason lies, so do you, Robert sees things happen that he interprets TOTALLY differently than anyone else.

Nia: I do lie, but I'm sure it isn't as often as Jason does. The last time I lied was about Bryan [Long story short, boyfriend who lives across the country and a relationship that started out online], and I swear to you now that that isn't a lie.

Seos: And this isn't just about his blowup with Jason. He knows that. Besides, I didn't throw him out, he told me he was leaving when I told him he either had to work out his relationship with Jason or not. I can't fix it for him.

Nia: Jason does his best to annoy Robert.

Nia: He's told me that. Something during a time he got mad at Robert, and told me specifically "I'm going to make his life hell."

Seos: and maybe if they sat down and tried to work things out, it'd ease. Maybe not, I don't know. I'm not psychic, but that seems like something reasonable to try before you decide to trash a several year relationship.

Seos: If it's not worth it to him, then it isn't. I can't make it worth his while.

Seos: Anyway - I'm sorry you feel that Robert is terribly wronged in this.

[Blah blah blah, enter conversation about watching Criminal Minds here]

Seos: I love you, and I am very sorry you're upset. If it's any consolation, I am too.

Nia: I don't like it when people are upset. I could care less about me, I know I can get over it.

Seos: I understand that, too well. You do have to understand that Robert and his game [World of Warcraft, another long story short, he's addicted to the game] have been very hurtful to me over and over again for several months now.

Seos: Now, that doesn't mean I want him to hurt

Seos: But the thing with Jason isn't the primary issue at hand.

[End]

Surprisingly, she actually listened to me. I took a big risk in saying some of the things I said here, and I said worse things talking to her person to person.

But I heard my brother shout at my mom for getting in trouble. Being the mediator is hard sometimes, but it can also be fruitful. Hopefully my brother will start learning that he can't always get his way, and I have a feeling my mother will be at least a little more strict if Robert leaves.

Still questing for a new computer screen I can use if Robert does leave. Nothing looks too promising. But hopefully, my mom won't need a reason for two computers when he leaves, and I'll be able to use one of hers.

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