really, really bad evening. mom threw a fit bc I hadn't gotten to cleaning the litter box yet--
she offered yesterday's dinner to the roommates first and meg is recovering from surgery and should eat as she pleases esp now/yes I wouldn't've had the pork but I ended up w like a tablespoon of mashed potatoes and peas total and then had to microwave sweet potatoes for myself
which is all I had and could manage given the roommate that doesn't shower + the dishwasher not cleaning the dishes twice / too many sensory issues to eat much if anything
then we ran out of milk so I only had water to take my meds then a granola bar and an olyra bar before having an in person med appointment, going grocery shopping, taking the groceries in, etc--
so I literally just sat down to finally have food and drink. I hadn't had much of either since last night. and then I could barely enjoy it bc she's screaming that I hadn't done it in a month when I did it two days ago
We have two cats. They're 13 and as all cats are at that point, at early stage kidney disease, so they're pissing more. They've also always pissed like this but she doesn't do any chores so she doesn't know. You're supposed to have one litterbox per cat but that decision isn't up to me bc she won't let anyone else make decisions
But she throws a fit insisting I haven't cleaned it but also meg, recovering from her turn at reduction, must not have for a month prior which is clearly untrue and insulting to both of us, AND SHE SHOULD BE RECOVERING FROM SURGERY RN
and after getting cat litter from the store (she gets mad when we don't tell her but she buys it on autopay so like. Girl we're out of it bc u emptied out the whole thing instead of cleaning it and waiting until u got it in the mail to empty it completely),
she has the nerve to go "well maybe you did do it" but that I need to do it every day or I need to do it this way instead
She knows she fucking overreacted and she knows I was telling the truth
But in looking for more cat litter, in trying to compartmentalize all the cardboard boxes she has out front bc she doesn't understand why I cant just do things but her room, which is an active safety hazard, amongst all the safety hazards we've had from years worth of her untreated problems, is clearly fine,
I hit the edge of a fancy frame with part of a cardboard box in trying to declutter and my parents' wedding photo fell behind her dresser, audible breaking
If that isn't absolutely damning. I run errands for her and help her hold her every-5-day refresher and frosty refill (that costs is $40 almost biweekly/$70ish weekly on top of amazon and temu) while in the car and she treats me like this and then her wedding photo falls and shatters behind the bureau (behind all the other mess) where she won't see it