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Input:  WARNING: Extremely petty content.
 
 
 My old college roommate moved in with me again last year after our girlfriends each left us around the same time. His current girlfriend lives out-of-state, but visits for a week or two at a time. Our first encounter was less-than-pleasant. I'm a rather anxious person (currently medicated for OCD), and one of the things that gets to me is glitter. When she first arrives at our house for the first time, she brought craft herpes with her, and didn't bother to address it before getting settled in and coating the whole house. I resisted exploding, and voiced my concerns to him. He understood my uneasiness, and did a reasonable job cleaning up (though far from perfect, as one would expect from glitter). I tried not to let that permanently condemn her in my eyes, and dismissed it as a careless mistake. Most of the other things have been largely trivial, like overstuffing trash, not replacing toilet paper properly, leaving the toilet lid up (I maintain that when a guest in someone's home, you should make an attempt to leave things how you found them). Yesterday I came home to the house smelling strongly of bacon. To preface, I'm vegan—I'm not preachy about it or anything, but my roommate is well aware of the fact. While I find the smell off-putting, I respect their consumption under our roof. What I do not respect, however, is the smeared grease left over on my pan (he doesn't have his own kitchenware) and the stove after an attempted "cleaning". I strongly voiced my dissatisfaction—he said it was her doing, and that he would talk to her about it. Alright, fine. The next morning, I found he had done a better job cleaning (though I am not satisfied, I appreciate the attempt), but my freshly roasted coffee has grease smeared on the container somehow. I'm somewhere between throwing something and breaking down, but I leave a text to the effect of "if my coffee tastes like bacon, I'm gonna throw a fit". His response consists of how sick he is of our toilet backing up (this has been an intermittent issue for a while now), claiming I must not be flushing, as he doesn't have the problem. I take offense to the absurdity of the accusation that a quarter-century of muscle memory just vanished in the past months, and he decides that me claiming "muscle memory" as "more important" than an "overlook[ing] in the kitchen", is too much, and that he's moving out.
 
I concede that I likely overreacted on the bacon, but her repeated inconsideration is making me uncomfortable in my own home. She is a guest I allow to stay with us for an extended period of time, and I feel my property is not being respected.
 
 I usually take the helm on initiating household service (though nothing is stopping him from doing it), and offered to have the toilet directly addressed, being more mindful in the meantime, double-flushing if I have to. He maintains that the problem is me.
 
 Am I the asshole?

getting mad about bacon