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Have you lived with someone you didn't like?

if6wasnin9

if6wasnin9

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I had several college roommates I really didn't like: strange and the last roommate was an animal: alcoholic, hyperactive, selfish, uninhibited, fratboy. I just found out he is very successful as a musician and I'm really surprised. He could really be kind when he put his mind to it. And back then I didn't know how to say No. He asked if I wanted to spend a weekend at his home in Jersey and I said Yes. What a mistake. I'm glad I can say No now.
 
I've lived with lots of people I didn't like. As a kid when I was in group home settings and in all the roommate situations in young adulthood that ended badly (last one I ended up homeless for a while), there were always at some point people I could not get along with who were rude and cruel bullies, who stole from everyone else, who threatened or enacted violence, (for roommate situations only:_) who didn't do their fair share (or any) housework and didn't have any excuse nor care, (again roommates only:_) who would make deafening noise all night starting around midnifht ensuring the very few hours of sleep might have had during the busiest times of my life were stolen from me and actually got mad at me and acted like I was the unreasonable person when I asked them to please keep the volume down, (for roomates only:_) who got upset me with for not socializing with them enough, (for roommates only:_) who made sure I could keep nothing in common areas ever to help me function because my things would constantly be relocated without notice or "borrowed" without asking.
 
My ex husband moved in a couple that was friends of his. It was just supposed to be for two weeks. Turned out they were tweakers!! And they refused to leave.

I can say that in my life I have had a scrawny nasty, stringy haired, methy-toothed, pock marked stripper in a bikini swing a full gallon milk jug repeatedly at my face trying to knock me out after calling the cops on her. She was so high and numb it weighed nothing to her. Bam! Bam! Sheesh it was frightening!

They would smoke and leave cigarettes on the carpet in their "temporary" room we had set up (my dining room).

They never paid rent and any talk of them moving out would send them crazier than two bums behind 7/11, fighting over a bag of cans.

We ended up moving out secretly one day, while they were gone, breaking the lease, leaving them to deal with the aftermath. It was very stealth and quick, and we left a whole lot of furniture and possessions behind.

They were not on the lease. This means that any damages to the 2 story house would be me absorbing it and paying it off. But we had to get out. There was no other way.

I came back a couple weeks later and peeked in the window. There were beer cans everywhere inside and out and I could hear yelling. I got out of there right quick before they could see that I was outside (my own home)!

Poor landlord. It was a house he had built behind his own, and they trashed it. Sigh. It was a nice place to live. I refuse to have roommates ever since then, and it's been a couple of decades.

I have since, softened my heart and moved a relative in a couple times when they were hard up, and experienced something similar to the tweaker couple. It was hell.

I won't let anyone live with me. That's a firm rule. If they got evicted there must be a reason. I've been asked, pleading by friends. They guilted me. But I was very stern with my no. Every single time, later on I found out that each person that asked me was on drugs. I'm so glad I've held the line. Tweakers suck.
 
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Guilty as charged. But only one college dorm roommate for a single semester.

Ironically the next year I shared an apartment with another guy that was on the same floor in the dorm I was in at the same time. We got along just great.

Of course my life was not as simple as that if I were to go into living with an alcoholic and becoming a pseudo-parent of their child for three years. Or living with someone who was hypersexual for about the same amount of time.

But then being in love and the difficulties of living with them are another story....I think ? :oops:
 
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