  The day was Monday, the holiday was Memorial Day. Except, my day will give it a different meaning. It started at 12:30 PM. I was woken up by the everlasting god of control dome. This one was to start in a culmination of pent up anger that was not going to be completed until it is resolved MY WAY! Michael, in continuation of his usual bitchy self, woke me up. At 12:30 PM to be exact. I suppose it would not have been too bad, had it not been for him actually waking me up. It was bad enough that I have had to go through his antics the last 2 nights, but to keep it going without letting him know that I had had enough was not to be had. I lost it! When he woke me up, I was already in a bad mood because I was being woken up despite the fact that I had been kept awake for the last 2 nights for real idiotic reasons.
His need to control everything had just gotten to me. Without going into all the details of it, Michael got real violent with me to the point that I drew blood. In a nutshell, he went after me with the small ladder. After all was said and done, I had a bloody face and a fucked up outlook of things to become. It's been a week since the incident. I am afraid to say that I have had to swallow it in order to stay on. I don't want to leave this place because I do realize that I have it good. However, I think it made strides in getting my point across. After the bloody face incident, which involved a lot of people. Hey! I had to let everyone know how far it had gotten. And, I think that Michael is aware that everyone is aware of this drama and overly anxious to see how it turns out.
Everyone expects me to leave, but I think Michael and I expect things different. I love him! But not in the way he wants it. I am riding on his guilty feelings at the moment. But I know that it won't last long. I need to get a job. Perhaps, then I won't feel so bad living here and perhaps I will get my freedom as well as maintain the friendship. We shall see. So this new week begins! 
