I told my roommate he couldn't live with us in September because of a semi-fictional "good friend Paul" who was moving in. The truth is that nobody wanted to deal with him living there anymore, but I think that would have made him cry/commit suicide, so we went for the fiction of a long-lost friend regretfully moving to Boston and needing a room. I was pushed forth to be the Villain...ironically because I was among the most pro-Jeff in the house, and the others would have been really mean about it and just shouted at him. And we have to live here for three more months, so the consensus was it was better if he hated one person than a whole houseful of people he could screw over.
He argued for fifteen minutes, and I had to act like I didn't care and be like "Yeah dude, sorry, but I really want to move Paul in!" Which was a total fiction, really, so I sat there and acted the asshole and maintained it solely to spare his feelings. "Why don't YOU move out and in with him instead of kicking one of your roommates out, huh?" he insisted. I wanted to shout "BECAUSE LISA AND GRANT SAID THEY WERE MOVING OUT IF YOU STAYED!" but didn't.
So I feel incredibly guilty, like a huge asshole, knowing he's miserable two rooms over and hates me for it. The thing I hate most in the world is being legitimately despised...and this is that.
He argued for fifteen minutes, and I had to act like I didn't care and be like "Yeah dude, sorry, but I really want to move Paul in!" Which was a total fiction, really, so I sat there and acted the asshole and maintained it solely to spare his feelings. "Why don't YOU move out and in with him instead of kicking one of your roommates out, huh?" he insisted. I wanted to shout "BECAUSE LISA AND GRANT SAID THEY WERE MOVING OUT IF YOU STAYED!" but didn't.
So I feel incredibly guilty, like a huge asshole, knowing he's miserable two rooms over and hates me for it. The thing I hate most in the world is being legitimately despised...and this is that.