99 Problems

Got a couple first world problems going on here...

The scratching under my floor boards indicated a rodent. I didn't know what kind until I saw it on Thanksgiving. The little guy ran from behind the stove and back again as I screamed at the sight of him. The four days I spent out of town must have given him time to get comfortable. I spent the last few nights in the recliner downstairs while the mouse took over my room. I don't want it to die but I've got to live!

We had to kick one of the roommates out. The portion of her rent that is now my responsibility is killing my full-time student budget. I work 6 days a week and still have no money. 

The closest thing I have to a boyfriend is the ex that calls late night after he's drunk. He tells me how bad of a person I am for breaking up with him. He leaves messages and texts that wish me loneliness and dispare for the rest if my days. When I get past the thought of his nerve, I'm glad I dodged a bullet. 

My best friend is frustrated with my sulking. I told her she "doesn't understand." And called the only person I could talk to without shame, my little brother.

"Are you actually crying?" He asked as I sucked the snot back up my nose.

"Yes." I answered painfully, my chest heavy with stress and exhaustion. "I just can't get it. I give up."

"Listen. Put some gloves on, maybe even a mask if you have to and go get that fucking mouse! You're not allowed to give up." He continued. "There are mice everywhere in this world and you're going to have to learn to live with them."

My sobs slowed as he let the truth, my truth, flow. I'm tired and stressed, poor and deflated but for only as long as I let myself.

Sorry for the typos, my laptop is broken so I have to blog on my phone.