Almost home.

So, today, well... technically yesterday... everything in the apartment finally just snapped.
You see, I clean a lot. I will never say that I'm the only one who does stuff, but I do clean a lot. I clean the kitchen from top to bottom, the living room, bathroom and my room. While cleaning, I tend to clean up after my roommates, and I have been feeling taken advantage of for the last few months while doing this. So today, I have decided to pick up after myself, and myself only. I have been doing only my dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, and have only been picking up my things and putting them where they belong.
Now, I don't mind cleaning, I enjoy it actually. But once I start getting treated like these boy's mothers/maid, I draw the line. When it is expected of me to clean all the time, I'm not going to do it. I am not dating these boys, they don't pay me to clean and I am not their mother, so I've decided I'm done. They need to grow up. I will admit, they do sometimes do the dishes. But I haven't seen them get down on their hands and knees and scrub the floor, walls, counters and stove top. Heck! I've even cleaned the burners and inside the oven a few times!
So to add to this, one of them decided to start talking about me to one of his friends and saying how he hates when I "get like this". By "get like this", the only thing that has changed is that I'm done acting like it's okay that they are walking all over me. I've finally stood up and put my foot down. He doesn't like it. Boo-hoo. He also made the comment that he is the only one who does the dishes in this house.
So, needless to say, I got mad. Grabbed my friend and we went for a long drive. Found ourselves chilling in the parking lot of the mall while I vented and talked to a few friends who I needed to hear from and then we drove for a little more before I came home. I now have this friend on stand by so that she knows if I call her at night, it means I'm coming over.
This isn't a healthy living situation at all, I don't even feel safe or comfortable in my own apartment unless I'm in my room with my door locked. This is pathetic. I feel beaten, I feel bruised, but I will not let him tear me down. I have done that for too many years now, and I'm done with it. I don't deserve it.