a drama-free life: too much to ask?

I wish I had moved out.
found my own space.
lived alone.

or least lived with people who respect me.

My roommates and I have been battling over the thermostat in our apt. for weeks now and the sh*t has hit the fan. They want it at 75, I want it at 69 (or at the most, 70). I've been leaving notes on the thermostat for a few days, letting them know that they higher we move it, the more it costs. But everyday, I wake up sweating or can't sleep because one of them changed it to 75 again. Brett and I also discovered that my room is underneath the dryer vents for my apt and the one above me, so I get hot air pumped into my room whenever someone does laundry.

Instead of talking to my face about it, they write me this long note about how they have been compromising this whole time about it, but can't, as dancers afford to wake up cold in the mornings with stiff joints. I get that, makes perfect sense to me. What I don't get is their inability to come and knock on my door themselves.

They also spoke about having to buy mini-fridges, extra shelving, dish washing liquid and the like because they feel "sufficient space isn't left for them in the common areas." I never asked them to buy that stuff, nor have I refused access to the fridge or anything else in the apt. The only things I have asked is that if you use someone else's pot, wash it. If you make a mess in the kitchen, clean it up.

I have one shelf and one drawer in the fridge and 3 things on the bottom shelf. All of the cabinents are divied up into their respective categories: we each have a personal one, one for cups, one for plates/bowls, two for pots and pans, etc. The majority (95%) of the utensils, pots, pans, dishes, cups, etc. are mine. I've just asked for respect of my stuff, that's all. I also do 95% of the cleaning. I'm the one who wipes down the countertops, sweeps and mops the floors, vacuums, dusts, cleans the rugs, cleans out the fridge and takes out the recycling. They take out the trash...that's it.

The fact that they even insinuate that I haven't let them enough space, infuriates me. I've held my tongue about a lot of crap I've been feeling for 3 years. I have felt severely taken advantage of over the years and this is the first year they have actually started to clean up after themselves. I have been more then reasonable, but I'm about fed up with their attitudes, like I did something wrong to begin with.

I want to move home after this semester and commute. I sick of this sh*t and want my mommy :(.