I kept getting frustrated with him over the years. Today he woke me up at 4am saying I was talking in my sleep and needed to move to another room. I got pissed and started saying I felt it was ridiculous. It turned into a 2 hour conversation. I ended up saying he was the meanest person. We have these conversations often enough, I start bickering with him early in the morning or before bed. I can keep it together for weeks but then something will happen. He's finally sick of it. I have to go to my parents house due to coronavirus and he said he doesn't want me to come back to our shared house afterwards. I guess this is it. I'm pretty numb right now and really want to smoke some weed but I can't. I'll just drown my sorrows with my vape and wait for my mother to pick me up in a few hours. Fuck.