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Delphinus85
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I have a very bad problem I really need help with.
About a year ago I had a great room mate. The best I’d ever had in college. We watched movies together and we got along great. I really loved her, and she got along great with my fiancee (now husband). At anyrate, I had a friend who needed a place to live so she moved in with us. Things were going great until she started sleeping in the living room and they moved me into a bedroom. I had left some dishes on the counter and she wrote me this huge note basically calling me a child and saying she was sick of cleaning up after me. We had this huge fight because I was angry she left this note where my other room mate could see it to make me look bad. It worked. My other room mate took her side.
I started hanging out in my room after that, even though we talked about it, and we agreed to forget it and move on. But i was scared of them. When I started to get over it I got slammed with homework, but I made a point to do their dishes once in a while when I had time, and trying to talk to them. They usually ignored me, and I could her them in their room talking and giggling. (even sometimes talking about me). They slammed their doors alot (usually late at night when I was sleeping) and when one of them noticed that someone was doing their dishes, the other took credit for it!
At any rate, I resolved to silently bear it and try to make the relationship work, then they got worse. We had only one parking spot for the apartment and I had asked them to keep it open for me. They didn’t and I had to walk a half a mile in the dark to my apartment carrying a laptop in the middle of the night in a not-so-safe neighborhood. I forgured they just forgot. The next night I had to be out late for an astronomy class, and I left them a note asking them to PLEASE leave spot for me. Again, they didn’t and I was lucky enough to find a spot a little closer to the complex. I was late calling my fiancee (who was worried about me after the previous night and told me to call him as soon as I could). I was rushing to get ready for bed and I was inadvertently slamming doors. I woke them up (oops) and they came out, guns blazing, accusing me of being pissed off because they doidn’t leave me a spot. I really wasn’t that upset, and I needed to get to bed.
At anyrate, after everything that was going on, and only 2 weeks of school left, I decided to leave to go live with a friend down the road. I packed up a few pots and pans I had collected over the years (since i had lived alone before and needed the pans) so I had something to cook with, and a little food. I left.
The phone calls started. Nasty messages on my phone accusing me of stealing their cookware. Them stopping me on the street to yell at me, calling me on my phone, and them getting the school involved. They were accusing me of stealing thir cookware since I contributed most of the stuff since I had already been living on my own for several years. I did no such thing, but I checked and sure enough in one of the pans was a couple cups and silverware. I took them to the school office to give back to them. Their attitude and language made it clear that there would be no talking to them calmly, and I didn’t need that. They were told to pick up their stuff in the office. I left a note apologizing for taking their stuff on accident, and for the way I’d been acting since they seemed to take so much offense to it. I don’ tknow what set it off…
next thing I knew I had school authorities calling me a theif for taking their pans. I was given a list of everything they said was theirs and it was EVERYTHING I owned save for a dented saucepan and some plates and bowls. Naturally I wasn’t going to give up my stuff I needed to cook with. I had also left a pet fish in the apartment, and all my clothes. He took me back to the apartment to get my stuff and they came in my room screaming at me and accusing me and my fiancee of stealing their stuff when he explained that he bought me HALF the stuff they were accusing me of stealing, and his friend gave me the other half of the stuff. [continues]
About a year ago I had a great room mate. The best I’d ever had in college. We watched movies together and we got along great. I really loved her, and she got along great with my fiancee (now husband). At anyrate, I had a friend who needed a place to live so she moved in with us. Things were going great until she started sleeping in the living room and they moved me into a bedroom. I had left some dishes on the counter and she wrote me this huge note basically calling me a child and saying she was sick of cleaning up after me. We had this huge fight because I was angry she left this note where my other room mate could see it to make me look bad. It worked. My other room mate took her side.
I started hanging out in my room after that, even though we talked about it, and we agreed to forget it and move on. But i was scared of them. When I started to get over it I got slammed with homework, but I made a point to do their dishes once in a while when I had time, and trying to talk to them. They usually ignored me, and I could her them in their room talking and giggling. (even sometimes talking about me). They slammed their doors alot (usually late at night when I was sleeping) and when one of them noticed that someone was doing their dishes, the other took credit for it!
At any rate, I resolved to silently bear it and try to make the relationship work, then they got worse. We had only one parking spot for the apartment and I had asked them to keep it open for me. They didn’t and I had to walk a half a mile in the dark to my apartment carrying a laptop in the middle of the night in a not-so-safe neighborhood. I forgured they just forgot. The next night I had to be out late for an astronomy class, and I left them a note asking them to PLEASE leave spot for me. Again, they didn’t and I was lucky enough to find a spot a little closer to the complex. I was late calling my fiancee (who was worried about me after the previous night and told me to call him as soon as I could). I was rushing to get ready for bed and I was inadvertently slamming doors. I woke them up (oops) and they came out, guns blazing, accusing me of being pissed off because they doidn’t leave me a spot. I really wasn’t that upset, and I needed to get to bed.
At anyrate, after everything that was going on, and only 2 weeks of school left, I decided to leave to go live with a friend down the road. I packed up a few pots and pans I had collected over the years (since i had lived alone before and needed the pans) so I had something to cook with, and a little food. I left.
The phone calls started. Nasty messages on my phone accusing me of stealing their cookware. Them stopping me on the street to yell at me, calling me on my phone, and them getting the school involved. They were accusing me of stealing thir cookware since I contributed most of the stuff since I had already been living on my own for several years. I did no such thing, but I checked and sure enough in one of the pans was a couple cups and silverware. I took them to the school office to give back to them. Their attitude and language made it clear that there would be no talking to them calmly, and I didn’t need that. They were told to pick up their stuff in the office. I left a note apologizing for taking their stuff on accident, and for the way I’d been acting since they seemed to take so much offense to it. I don’ tknow what set it off…
next thing I knew I had school authorities calling me a theif for taking their pans. I was given a list of everything they said was theirs and it was EVERYTHING I owned save for a dented saucepan and some plates and bowls. Naturally I wasn’t going to give up my stuff I needed to cook with. I had also left a pet fish in the apartment, and all my clothes. He took me back to the apartment to get my stuff and they came in my room screaming at me and accusing me and my fiancee of stealing their stuff when he explained that he bought me HALF the stuff they were accusing me of stealing, and his friend gave me the other half of the stuff. [continues]