So I'm sitting in my house all alone. Not in my own room, but another. My house has a history. And it makes me sad. My first roommate was arrested for uttering threats against my brother. I'm glad he's gone now. But when we lived together, we had few good times til I actually found out who he really was. And I didn't like it. One incident when he was still living here was when one of his relatives came by our house drunk. I guess they were pretty upset and took one of our knives and slit their wrist and spilled blood all over the floor. We had to call the police and waited 15 minutes for them to rive and remove the other relatives that came by to help which was unsuccessful. Then I think they drove the person who slit their wrist to the hospital. Then Ronald's brother came to live us for a bit. They didn't get along very much and Ronald actually kicked his brother in the chest right in front of me. His brother just took it. A little history on him; he's a false prophet claiming to know all about Jesus Christ. But he was a little crazy, though. After, I guess he was kicked out by Ronald. I quite enjoyed his company, to be honest. And that was the end of that. Next, my brother Frankie, whom I have not seen for 5 years appears in my life. My one and only role-model. He told me he recently lost his house. He needed a place to stay and I old hum he could live with me. We got along like we were real brothers. Ronald was gone at the time and I was feeling lonely. So I set up the third room with a bed and he stayed there til Ronald got back. He did not approve of my decision. As a month or two passed by, that was when the death threats came in. I told my brother about it and he phoned the police. This was the time they arrested Ronald. I don't think he went to jail. Why? He's bipolar and is also a little bit crazy. That's when Frankie broke up with his girlfriend. So it was jut him and I living there for a bit til he got another girlfriend. She was very nice and helped out. She moved in with us and stayed in Frankie's room. They changed rooms and I'm currently sitting in it. Whenever Frankie's girlfriend got drunk, she always got angry and hit my brother. He just let her. His reason was because he was taught to never hit a girl. Ever. She was arrested once for going out and beating up some random girl with her cousin for fun. My brother decided he had enough of her hitting him. So he phoned the police again. She was sent to jail and was let out November 1st. I think it was a week ago that my brother decided it was best to move out back to B.C. Before he left, he gave me many things. But the best thing he gave me was happiness. Those few months were the best months in my life. It was sad for me when he left me alone in this house. I'm used to people coming and going in my life but when someone you hated made amends for their mistakes and comes into your life and makes you very happy for months just suddenly leave. That just made me break down. I have no one to watch movies with anymore. No one to talk to here. I'm not entirely sure what to do here. Should I get another roommate or just see how things play out? I need help here.
My Honest Suggestion, would be to try going solo for a bit, but also keep yourself busy so you can get a feel of what its like without a roomate..