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The beginning:
I met my roommate two years before we decided to room together. He seemed like a decently normal, clean, and responsible individual. We'd play disc golf at Peace Park, enjoyed the same music, ... in other words, he seemed like he would be a good roommate. He shall be referred to as George, which isn't his actual name.
The apartment:
Fast forward to the beginning of this school year, which was in August of 2006. I got to our 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment a couple of weeks before classes started. George was set to arrive about a week later.
It was agreed before I moved in that I would provide the living room furniture. I made a few trips to Walbog's, Target, ROSS, and other stores to get essentials and small appliances like dishes, silverware, pots and pans, a microwave, a toaster oven, ice trays, paper towels, toilet paper, ... pretty much everything that we would need. Ever. Further, I provided the television, tables, bar stools, and everything else we didn't need, but wanted.
So all is well. We live in relative harmony for about a month.
The first signs:
Then, it all changes. George would use all of the plates, bowls, forks, and spoons in a matter of two days. He would then start using my Gladware storage cartons for cereal and soup. After his side of the kitchen sink was full, he'd wash them all and start over. Since I stay at my girlfriend's apartment pretty much every other night, I rarely used dishes at my apartment. Despite this, he would use all the dishes again, and tell me that it was my turn to wash them, even though I only used 2 out of the 50 dirty dishes. This same stance was taken when it came to purchasing food. I stocked the refrigerator, and the plan was to alternately replace condiments, bread, milk, and other shared food. He ate an entire half-gallon of Pace picante sauce, purchased another half-gallon of it, and ate all of that. He then complained that I hadn't replaced it yet. This happened with the ketchup, mustard, milk, and mayonnaise too. He would eat 100% of it (or 95% minimum), and then request that I buy more!
Needless to say, the way we washed dishes and purchased food changed. The food issue was pretty much solved, but the dish issue was still thriving.
The relapse:
I told George to put dishes he used on his side of the sink, and that I would put dishes I use on my side of the sink. That way, we wash what we use. I would use a dish or two, wash them, and then leave them to dry in the drying bin. George would get clean plates out of the cabinet rather than clean his dirty dishes, so his side of the sink would fill up. After he used all the large plates, small plates, bowls, and storage containers, he would start using the dishes that I was continually washing and placing in the drying bin. So ultimately, and without fail, I would run out of dishes and have to demand George to wash his fvcking dishes so I could use them. The same thing happened more often with pots and pans. I'd try to make dinner for my girlfriend, only to find that every single pot, pan, and dish was dirty and in his side of the sink.
The conflict:
So, about a week before Spring break -- so about 3 weeks ago -- he pushed me to the edge. His personality is very possessive, quirky, and downright creepy. We were at a social function with some friends, there were maybe 100 people there dancing and talking. I stood by a table while chatting to some of my friends, and George sort of blocks me in. The tables were arranged around a wall, and the particular table I was standing at was blocked on one side by the buffet table. So when George walked up, he blocked my only exit. About 5 minutes passed by, and I wanted to go get another chocolate covered strawberry. I asked George to move, but he didn't. I tried to nudge him out of the way, but he resisted. He then started mockingly dancing with me, knowing that he was being a prick. I told he to cut it out, and to get out of my way, he didn't I then proceeded to jab him in the ribs a few times to try to get him to cut it out. Then, the deal breaker. He grabbed my wrist, as if he was able to control my actions beyond just blocking me behind a table. That's were I snapped. I ripped his hand off me, grabbed him by the shoulders, and slammed him into the wall. I then started to cuss him out whilst pointing at his face and chest. I wanted to punch the sh!t out of him right then and there. What the hell gave him the idea that he could treat my property like sh!t, and on top of that, act like he could treat me however the hell he wanted to?
The split:
Everything was weird after that. I didn't talk to him, and he didn't talk to me the entire week leading to Spring break. I came home a few days later to find the living room literally divided in two. You could draw a line in the middle of the room, and all of his stuff was on one side, and all of my stuff was on the other. He split the refrigerator down the middle too. After I got back from my break, I found that the entire apartment had been split. He bought new dishes and new pots and pans. He bought a toaster and a dish drying bin. He brought a couch from home for his half of the living room.
The weirdest part:
I haven't seen my roommate in 2 weeks. Granted, one of those weeks was Spring break, but for the past week, I haven't seen him at all. If I am in the main apartment area, he won't come out of his room. Once I return to my room, he will come out to get something to eat or to go to the restroom. I am trying to be nice about everything, but our only communication with each other is via dry erase markers on the refrigerator or bathroom mirror. I'm no longer mad at him, but he apparently holds a grudge. Further, I think that George is a closet homosexual, and that he has a thing for me. Now, don't get me wrong ... I'm not homophobic or anything, but his actions are creepy. When we still talked, if I was getting my things together to leave the apartment for a reason unknown to George, he would ambush me and ask where I was going and why.
If I was going to visit my girlfriend or to go out with friends, he would strategically ask me to go somewhere with him urgently. "Hey, let's go to the Lotus dealership to look for an Elise." (He apparently bought one over Spring break, but sadly, we aren't on good terms so I can't ask him about it or drive it.) or "Hey, let's go play disc golf!" or "Umm, I talked to Michelle and she said that your girlfriend was over at her place eating dinner ... you didn't know?" That is the weirdest one. I then called my girlfriend and she said that she wasn't at Michelle's, nor did she ever have plans to go to Michelle's. George would completely lie about things in an effort to make me stay at the apartment. Granted, it never worked, but he continually did it. When he was drunk, I felt like he would try to come on to me very discretely.
Edit:
I was a bit scare with the details in the OP about my assumption that he is homosexual. One specific night, our designated driver dropped us and two other friends at my apartment after a night of heavy drinking. The two other guys had their cars parked at our place, but were going to spend the night and drive home the following morning after sobering up.
Before crashing, we were all sitting around in the living room talking. George got up to go to his room, but turned around to say, "He Mark, make sure that Safeway and I end up in different beds tonight. Don't let me go into his room."
That is the night I started locking my door.
I am ready to get the fvck out of this apartment.
Update #1:
So, I came into the apartment today, and my roommate wrote on the refrigerator, "S owes $XXX.XX," for rent, utilities, et al. I go to my room, get my checkbook, cut him a check, and ... dun dun dun! Go into his room and hand it to him, and thank him for taking care of it.
After that, he apparently forgot that he was ever mad at me and started making up for lost time. We didn't talk for 3 weeks, so he saved up a massive amount of questions and stories. I don't understand!
More updates are sure to come.
Cliffs:
1) Seemingly normal friend.
2) Becomes roommate.
3) Not normal. Weird and creepy.
4) Problems arise.
5) I get into physical altercation with him.
6) He split the apartment without asking me.
7) Haven't talked in 3 weeks.
8) I haven't seen him in 2 weeks.
9) I think he is gay.
10) Lease!
Disclaimer:
This post probably contains many typos and grammatical errors. I typed it very quickly, almost at train-of-thought speed. If there are any errors that impair your ability to read this, please send me a PM. Thanks.
I met my roommate two years before we decided to room together. He seemed like a decently normal, clean, and responsible individual. We'd play disc golf at Peace Park, enjoyed the same music, ... in other words, he seemed like he would be a good roommate. He shall be referred to as George, which isn't his actual name.
The apartment:
Fast forward to the beginning of this school year, which was in August of 2006. I got to our 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment a couple of weeks before classes started. George was set to arrive about a week later.
It was agreed before I moved in that I would provide the living room furniture. I made a few trips to Walbog's, Target, ROSS, and other stores to get essentials and small appliances like dishes, silverware, pots and pans, a microwave, a toaster oven, ice trays, paper towels, toilet paper, ... pretty much everything that we would need. Ever. Further, I provided the television, tables, bar stools, and everything else we didn't need, but wanted.
So all is well. We live in relative harmony for about a month.
The first signs:
Then, it all changes. George would use all of the plates, bowls, forks, and spoons in a matter of two days. He would then start using my Gladware storage cartons for cereal and soup. After his side of the kitchen sink was full, he'd wash them all and start over. Since I stay at my girlfriend's apartment pretty much every other night, I rarely used dishes at my apartment. Despite this, he would use all the dishes again, and tell me that it was my turn to wash them, even though I only used 2 out of the 50 dirty dishes. This same stance was taken when it came to purchasing food. I stocked the refrigerator, and the plan was to alternately replace condiments, bread, milk, and other shared food. He ate an entire half-gallon of Pace picante sauce, purchased another half-gallon of it, and ate all of that. He then complained that I hadn't replaced it yet. This happened with the ketchup, mustard, milk, and mayonnaise too. He would eat 100% of it (or 95% minimum), and then request that I buy more!
Needless to say, the way we washed dishes and purchased food changed. The food issue was pretty much solved, but the dish issue was still thriving.
The relapse:
I told George to put dishes he used on his side of the sink, and that I would put dishes I use on my side of the sink. That way, we wash what we use. I would use a dish or two, wash them, and then leave them to dry in the drying bin. George would get clean plates out of the cabinet rather than clean his dirty dishes, so his side of the sink would fill up. After he used all the large plates, small plates, bowls, and storage containers, he would start using the dishes that I was continually washing and placing in the drying bin. So ultimately, and without fail, I would run out of dishes and have to demand George to wash his fvcking dishes so I could use them. The same thing happened more often with pots and pans. I'd try to make dinner for my girlfriend, only to find that every single pot, pan, and dish was dirty and in his side of the sink.
The conflict:
So, about a week before Spring break -- so about 3 weeks ago -- he pushed me to the edge. His personality is very possessive, quirky, and downright creepy. We were at a social function with some friends, there were maybe 100 people there dancing and talking. I stood by a table while chatting to some of my friends, and George sort of blocks me in. The tables were arranged around a wall, and the particular table I was standing at was blocked on one side by the buffet table. So when George walked up, he blocked my only exit. About 5 minutes passed by, and I wanted to go get another chocolate covered strawberry. I asked George to move, but he didn't. I tried to nudge him out of the way, but he resisted. He then started mockingly dancing with me, knowing that he was being a prick. I told he to cut it out, and to get out of my way, he didn't I then proceeded to jab him in the ribs a few times to try to get him to cut it out. Then, the deal breaker. He grabbed my wrist, as if he was able to control my actions beyond just blocking me behind a table. That's were I snapped. I ripped his hand off me, grabbed him by the shoulders, and slammed him into the wall. I then started to cuss him out whilst pointing at his face and chest. I wanted to punch the sh!t out of him right then and there. What the hell gave him the idea that he could treat my property like sh!t, and on top of that, act like he could treat me however the hell he wanted to?
The split:
Everything was weird after that. I didn't talk to him, and he didn't talk to me the entire week leading to Spring break. I came home a few days later to find the living room literally divided in two. You could draw a line in the middle of the room, and all of his stuff was on one side, and all of my stuff was on the other. He split the refrigerator down the middle too. After I got back from my break, I found that the entire apartment had been split. He bought new dishes and new pots and pans. He bought a toaster and a dish drying bin. He brought a couch from home for his half of the living room.
The weirdest part:
I haven't seen my roommate in 2 weeks. Granted, one of those weeks was Spring break, but for the past week, I haven't seen him at all. If I am in the main apartment area, he won't come out of his room. Once I return to my room, he will come out to get something to eat or to go to the restroom. I am trying to be nice about everything, but our only communication with each other is via dry erase markers on the refrigerator or bathroom mirror. I'm no longer mad at him, but he apparently holds a grudge. Further, I think that George is a closet homosexual, and that he has a thing for me. Now, don't get me wrong ... I'm not homophobic or anything, but his actions are creepy. When we still talked, if I was getting my things together to leave the apartment for a reason unknown to George, he would ambush me and ask where I was going and why.
If I was going to visit my girlfriend or to go out with friends, he would strategically ask me to go somewhere with him urgently. "Hey, let's go to the Lotus dealership to look for an Elise." (He apparently bought one over Spring break, but sadly, we aren't on good terms so I can't ask him about it or drive it.) or "Hey, let's go play disc golf!" or "Umm, I talked to Michelle and she said that your girlfriend was over at her place eating dinner ... you didn't know?" That is the weirdest one. I then called my girlfriend and she said that she wasn't at Michelle's, nor did she ever have plans to go to Michelle's. George would completely lie about things in an effort to make me stay at the apartment. Granted, it never worked, but he continually did it. When he was drunk, I felt like he would try to come on to me very discretely.
Edit:
I was a bit scare with the details in the OP about my assumption that he is homosexual. One specific night, our designated driver dropped us and two other friends at my apartment after a night of heavy drinking. The two other guys had their cars parked at our place, but were going to spend the night and drive home the following morning after sobering up.
Before crashing, we were all sitting around in the living room talking. George got up to go to his room, but turned around to say, "He Mark, make sure that Safeway and I end up in different beds tonight. Don't let me go into his room."
That is the night I started locking my door.
I am ready to get the fvck out of this apartment.
Update #1:
So, I came into the apartment today, and my roommate wrote on the refrigerator, "S owes $XXX.XX," for rent, utilities, et al. I go to my room, get my checkbook, cut him a check, and ... dun dun dun! Go into his room and hand it to him, and thank him for taking care of it.
After that, he apparently forgot that he was ever mad at me and started making up for lost time. We didn't talk for 3 weeks, so he saved up a massive amount of questions and stories. I don't understand!
More updates are sure to come.
Cliffs:
1) Seemingly normal friend.
2) Becomes roommate.
3) Not normal. Weird and creepy.
4) Problems arise.
5) I get into physical altercation with him.
6) He split the apartment without asking me.
7) Haven't talked in 3 weeks.
8) I haven't seen him in 2 weeks.
9) I think he is gay.
10) Lease!
Disclaimer:
This post probably contains many typos and grammatical errors. I typed it very quickly, almost at train-of-thought speed. If there are any errors that impair your ability to read this, please send me a PM. Thanks.
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