u/NoCluWtImDng

Last night this really burned my backyard, please let me know what you think and if I'm the A-hole.

My roommate "Shrek" confronted me about plants on the bathroom window sill when I went downstairs to get food. He started with "when are you getting rid of those plants in the bathroom, I thought you said you were taking the outside Friday."

Me: Yes, this Friday when I plant my garden and the space for them is cleared out.

Him: why couldn't they go last Friday?

Me: Because the space isn't clear yet, does it really matter?

Him: They're taking over, they're in the way.

(Mind you this is a bathroom window above and behind the toilet that is useless for much of anything except allowing light in)

Me: How?

Him: They're huge.

Me: They're the same size they were 3 months ago and you didn't have a problem then.

Him: They're big and taking over.

(So that goes back and forth a few times and then...

Me: I literally have pictures of them when they went in the window, they're the same size now so how are they taking over, huge in the way all of a sudden?

(He tries going back to: you said they were going on Friday, stopped that real quick with a yes this Friday)

Him: They're growing and getting huge

Me: Growing? They're blooming but basically the same as they were when they went in the window, I have pictures, what are you talking about?

Him: Well that's growing isn't it?

Me: Yes but doesn't effect anything because I tend to them daily and make sure there's nothing no mess and I remove any spent blooms.

Him: That's my point they're getting bigger and taking over.

(At this point I'm just enraged by the Idiocracy and quit responding, he continues his nonsensical bull about how we won't be able to walk in the room and be able to use the bathroom (( mind you the window is in the back of the room above the toilet, not anywhere in or along the path to the shower, sink, or the toilet)) so finally I can't take it anymore and said: You know what I'll fix this right now because I can't listen to your whiney bitching nonsense, and I storm up to the bathroom and take the plants out of the window and take them to my bedroom. Meanwhile he's just sitting on the sofa acting pouty like a child that dropped their lollipop in the dirt. Mind you he's 62 years old. For context the plants are Pelargoniums (zonal geraniums), 4, 4 inch pots and they are maybe 10 inches in height and not much in spread or circumference, they didn't reach out of the recess the window and sil cause which is 6? inches.

Please anybody, everybody, somebody, who was/is the A-hole in that situation me? Him? The plants?