I made a post yesterday about how to make a kitchen nasty to make the housemate who revealed himself to be a transphobe yesterday. I was really pissed, still am really pissed. He's someone that I've narcanned and me and the house director let him stay at the house and sober up. He would be dead/living in his car if it weren't for trans people sticking up for him, so I'm extra put off by the betrayal of him being a closet transphobe.
Hanging out with my girlfriend for the first time since starting my Lyrica again and I'm calming down. Feels a lot better getting some space from him. I've said some pretty fucked up things in the past 24 hours, but thankfully I haven't said them to his face so I'm fine. Letting my assistant house manager handle everything involving him from here on out because he's a cis guy so he's less pissed about this than I am, and I am not going to be able to contain myself dealing with this shithead. He's a shitty housemate separate from the transphobia, so he'll get kicked out eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later
I honestly hate both this gay guy and the director for not keeping you safe, fuck it makes me angry