The Lazy Spell

At this point in the rooming history, I started going through some really heavy personal issues. During the month of February, I had gotten involved in a relationship. Well, not really a relationship. It was more like an affair. This girl I take taekwondo class with told me that she had feelings for me. And I had had a crush on her for about a year. I never made a move because she had a boyfriend of 7 years with whom she also has a 6-year-old son. It's a different topic altogether, but, stupidly, I got involved with her, and we had an affair for about a month. But I broke things off because we had a mutual feeling on not wanting to sneak around behind her boyfriend's back, and she didn't want to leave him. At first, I expected us to go back to being friends. It didn't work out that way and around early to mid-March, things between me, her, and the boyfriend got very messy, A LOT of drama ensued, and even some threats.

At this time, I was having midterms and a lot of school work. So the combination of moving out and all this drama, with my schoolwork, made my life very stressful. I began to get lazy and let my mess go. I had a constant state of laundry all over my floor. I let my dishes stack up in the sink. And I was overall just very unclean.

I had also been switched to a new room at work, working with a different group of kids. I had been working in my previous room for my entire duration of my employment there. Kids I had worked with since I started. Who I had grown to know, appreciate, and (as cheesy as it sounds) feel like they were "my own". I was put in a different room, with kids I didn't know, who were entirely different. I was upset, and sad about not being able to work with "my" kids anymore.

In the heat of all that, I was looking for a rebound, and a way to relieve stress. So I began to self-destruct. And I wound up getting a pretty significant infection as a result.

How does all this relate to Mikey and me? I was coming off of a terrible relationship with a terrible situation. I was barely scraping by with my performance at work. I had loads of schoolwork that I had never experienced before. And to top it off, I had a disease. Though it is easily treatable, and curable, I was very depressed over that situation. I was more stressed and depressed than I had ever been in my life. With barely making it by in those other important areas of my life, doing menial household chores just seemed completely trivial and unimportant.

For about a month, I only cleaned enough to not get yelled at. This means I pretty much just did my own dishes and that was that. Nothing else. April was a bad month for me.