Despite making it abundantly clear that you would work wirh me

 And that friends are supposed to help each other out. And that so long as you have a home that i will not be in the streets, it has now become obvious that you feel as though I owe you for not being able to afford my share of the rent and bills, which is >50% for no storage space, only a bed and about 1 square foot of living space surrounded by all, your belongings. Pretty much a closet with a cot minus the added bonus of having a place to store things for more than half the monthly bills and being atnyourmbeck amd call around the clock. Zero privacy. Zero say in how things are done. I am expected to cook for you if I cook for myself and even have to prepare items that you chose and are okay with eating. I can't out the washer on the setting of my choice.  I'm in charge of the bathroom, the dog shit, the yar, the past control, the garbage, the ceiling fans, putting away the dishes, reaching stiff, getting the mail, dusting, pulling the washer or other appliances out and pitting the, back, running erramds, trips to the store,taking your dog out when she wants you to, helping you with you phone amd customer service issues.  I can't take a bath, and get constantly scolded like I'm a child. And what exactly do you do? Think of things for me to do. 

This morning after eight hours of mucking stalls, and a four hour commute, I was ready for bed at 10, but you just wouldn't quit. You had me go to the store for French fries. Then, I had to stay up while you made a short grocery list for me to shop while picking up your prescription today, which you have delivered, but this one, you decided I should have to pick up again. Again. Plus you want me to go mail your package, so you can get money for your Medicare paid glucose test steps and further rob tax payers.  You've been sick for a ear now and it keeps getting worse but you refuse to think it is pneumonia which I've suggested multiple ti,es.  They put you on tramadol, an antipsychotic for a reason. Plus it's an opiate which I hate being anywhere near, and you have no intention of taking the, bit it is of dire importance that I pick them up for so,e reason. I suppose stealing from someone in their sleep is easier of they are on heavy narcotics. When I was finally allowed to go to bed you waited ten minutes to tell me the trash smelled and needed to go out. Which you reminded me of twice before you went to bed. 

I know you buy two of everything and give the nicer to your secret boyfriend and keep the receipt for the nice one and the crappy one for here. I know you have committed thousands of dollars in return fraud on Temu and Wish. 

Now you are stealing from me everything I  turn around. Why?  Because i don't give you more than half of what I make up front? Because you feel owed? Entitled? I went to the mail box and come back to half the bag of beggin strips I bought for your dogs gone, and they both had equal amounts for sure.  Then, I go to give them one and it's these rinky dink generic ones, not at all like the other bag.  Cause I'm so stupid I won't notice? Or cuz you are a rotten lying thief. Someone that has never been held accountable for their actions. Or because he told you to fuck with me.