This is what hate feels like.

To understand what I'm talking about in this post, you need to know a bit about the relationships and the people in this house.
Dan, Okana, Anna and I signed the contract and are the legal tenants. Last year, we were all in the same halls of residence, in the same building (though not the same flat). Anna and I were good friends - well, by 'friends' I mean that I looked after her and there was some sort of sister thing going on. I was her shoulder to cry on. But then she had to leave Uni for personal reasons, and Dan moved into our flat. Before, Dan lived on the floor below, in a flat with Okana. Okana couldn't stand the people they lived with, so he moved out and ended up in the house we're in now. Dan escaped by coming up to our flat.

Anna came back to Derby frequently, usually getting herself completely drunk and ending up asleep on my bed as she had nowhere else to sleep. Except from those nights where she had found a new pretty boy to shag, anyway. Perhaps I should have spotted the warning signs from that: in her world, her next fuck is far more important than friendship. Promises mean nothing when there's the promise of a bedmate. But I didn't see it, and in September I moved into a house with the three of them.

One week into staying here, she had met a guy, brought him back to ours and asked him to move in. Hang on. Did I say a week? I meant after one date. And she didn't ask a single one of us. That was where everything started falling apart. She started staying in her room all the time, getting him to do everything for her. He began to think he lived in the house, a proper tenant, and started telling Dan and I (he wouldn't dare tell Okana) what to do.

Today, he walked into the kitchen and Anna, ever the little lapdog, was at his heels, making puppy eyes and being generally gross. They went into the kitchen and started complaining about the mess in the kitchen. The mess, might I add, they made.

Boyfiend: That's Dan's, so that must be Kim's over there.
Kim: Actually, I keep all of my pots in my room. So it's not mine.
Anna: That's really unhygienic!
Kim: I can't see how it affects you, so I couldn't give a fuck, to be honest.
Anna: Oh, that's very grown up, Kim. Bad language. Very intelligent.
Kim: I show my intelligence in other ways, darling.

Her bloke didn't like that one bit - he yelled at me to shut the fuck up and get out of the room before slamming the door. I didn't. I pay for that room, he doesn't.
Either they are incredibly thick or they don't know that I could hear them talking about me. I would say it's the former. Anna is clever, but she is too naive, too lacking in common sense to get anywhere. It's one of the reasons why I looked after her last year.
A few minutes later, the pair of them appeared, clutching plates to them.

Him: You EVER speak like that to me or Anna again, Kim, and I will make you wish you had never been born.
Kim: Oh great, so I'm getting threatened in my own home now, am I?
Him: *explodes*

It possibly wasn't the best wording I could have used - one of the things they were talking about in the kitchen is how I thought I own the place - but hey, I just got threatened and semantics weren't really high on my agenda. And I do own the place. More than he does, anyway.
Outcome: Threats, abuse, insults. Being called the c word.

I texted Wayne and told him what had happened, and he made me feel lots better. I love him more and more every day, I swear it. I wrote some emo poetry that made me feel even better. Wayne asked me to join him and his friends at Uni so I could get on with some work and not be afraid of dickskin coming through.