... and watch a fucking movie!

I'd just like to, occasionally, not even every night, come home to a quiet house. I came home to find that Kat had the tv on, which pretty much is always the case. I get that she has chronic pain and so doesn't tend to want to go out, but she's always in the living room, which is right next to my bedroom, and she always has the tv on.

Since I'd picked up dinner on the way home, I brought my laptop into the kitchen so I could continue watching Richard III. The kitchen is on the other side of the living room. Kat didn't say anything to me but she turned the tv off, slammed around the kitchen a bit, and then retired to her bedroom at the far end of the house. Then she was back saying she'd moved to her room to watch her show because my laptop was too loud but she couldn't get Internet there. While she was fixing that, I finished eating, turned off Richard III, did up my dishes and retired to my room so I could write. As she went past my room to hers, she muttered, "I just wanted to have a beer and watch a fucking movie!" 

Part of me feels frustrated that she'd blaming me and part of me feels like saying "welcome to the fucking club. I feel the same way about your noise but in my case it's every fucking night." 

And now I"m trying to calm down so I can write. I now understand why her previous roommies holed up in their room and hardly ever came out.