Two months ago, a friend introduced me to someone who was looking to sublet her apartment. I was looking for accommodation as a paying guest for a year. It seemed mutually beneficial, and she turned out to be a very helpful and great person. I was delighted and grateful for whatever she was doing for me.
I figured that she was an extrovert, whereas I was an introvert. I would finish my work and sneak into my room to complete other chores, but she wanted me to talk to her. I was not aware that she was expecting so many things from me. One day, I finished washing the dishes, the evening cooking and mopping up the floor so I could go to my room for the next few hours. She suddenly came in and started to complain and yell. She said that I was not giving her time and that I didn’t love her like family. I was shocked. I tried to explain to her, but after trying once or twice, I understood that she wasn’t in any state to understand my explanation, so I just listened. She kept up the monologue on for an hour till my alarm went off for me to sit down for chanting. I went back to my room, completely devastated.
I was happy that I did not lose my control or retaliate. But I was sad after the event and unable to be at peace. She, on the other hand, seemed fine. I did a little reflection on what had happened and told her with utmost love and respect that I would never hurt her or do anything wrong, but I could not fulfil her long list of expectations. Post saying this to her I was at peace.