Took the day off work to get work around the house done beca..

Took the day off work to get work around the house done because the roommate won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon, didn’t do shit expect sleep all day. I guess when I’m working 7 days a week usually, I need a day to sleep all day occasionally.

I guess now that I spilled the tea about how terrible the roommate has been, I can finally really bitch…

So, when I first moved in, the roommate promised to help me move, said, “i have a truck and trailer…” Then, after I slept with him, we figured out I may need to rent a uhaul truck instead and he said, “I’ll drive the uhaul truck, and you can drive my truck…”

So then all of a sudden, he gets mad at me. I don’t even know why, but I read energy and I felt the energy between us shift. He was being nice, then suddenly two heavy boxes that I had sitting against a wall in the kitchen which he said, “weren’t bothering him,” were all of a sudden bothering him because he “doesn’t like clutter.” On top of that, he started saying, “you’re not driving my truck.” I was pissed when he changed up like that, so I straight stopped speaking to him unless necessary, then said, don’t worry about helping me move, I’ll figure it out.

We didn’t speak much for a week. I moved the boxes to shut him up. Then, he texts me one Saturday morning saying, “I’m on my way home, I bought you a present.” I told myself not to fall for this bullshit, but he came home, but me a 750 ml bottle of Irish whiskey and was being nice again. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, thought maybe he was having a bad week before and to give him another chance. So I stupidly did. We start sleeping together again. He explains he was worried about me driving his truck for insurance reasons. We work out a plan that seems to be agreeable because I don’t own a car, I rent one to drive ride-share and I don’t get a lot of personal miles on it.

Things are okay, but he’s making weird comments like, “I’m thinking about buying a house in a few months, you should move in with me.” I tell him, no, you move and I’ll keep this place. It’s way too soon to be thinking about buying a house together or whatever and I know that’s a red flag, just as I knew it was a red flag when after he kissed me at the bar the first night he said, “I’ll love you forever, Kayla.” That freaked me out. I stopped and my brain was screaming, RED FLAG, Kayla, ABORT!! But I decided I was being silly and he had been drinking, and I needed to give him a chance because I live with the dude as a roommate already and I push men away too easily. God, am I a stupid girl, sometimes. After we slept together, he told me about his criminal charge, but the next morning the story changed, then he said it actually happened twice, whereas before, he said it happened once. Told me a completely different charge than what’s on his record, and said it was “bullshit and the girl had lied.” Ugh! I should’ve looked up his criminal record then, but I didn’t, I wasn’t putting 2 & 2 together yet.

So, fast forward to the day of moving, he’s supposed to drive uhaul truck but he can’t, he’s too fucking hungover. He knew he was supposed to help me in the morning, but he spent all day and night drinking and trying to fuck me. I was having to push him away so I could shower and get out the door to go to work. After I left for work, he kept calling and texting. “When are you going to be home?” I told him I didn’t know and to go to bed and not wait up for me. The calls and texts wouldn’t stop. “Come home and fuck me.” It was so annoying and when he couldn’t drive the truck the next morning, I was LIVID, but pretended to not be mad. I didn’t get home until 3:30 a.m. he was awake, kept me up to fuck me, told me he was thinking about telling that girl who was supposed to come to town in a few weeks he “caught covid” because “she has a great ass but she annoys me, you don’t make me mad, Kayla.”

So after like an hour and a half of sleep, I wake up, shower, start getting ready to go, he says he’s going with me, but won’t get out of bed, I’m late for my reservation for the truck because of him. I have to wait for the place to open because I can’t access the truck through mobile, this causes me to be late to my appointment at the storage unit with the movers and because of all this, I ended up forgetting the keys to my storage unit. He went with me but couldn’t drive, so I tell them I’ll be driving, not him, and proceeded to drive a 17’ Uhaul truck myself even though I’ve NEVER driven anything that big before. I had to drive through highway road construction, but drove that truck like a champ. The guys at the storage facility place won’t let my movers break my lock on my locker, I had to fight with them to get them to let the movers do this because I didn’t have time to wait for a lock smith, I had a 1.5 hour drive home and had other movers coming to unload. Finally, they agree to let the movers break into my lock, we get the truck loaded. Stop for something to eat. It’s taking forever, the roommate keeps complaining. Finally I snap and say, will that make your food come faster? He’s like, “no, but it makes me feel better.” And I just ignore him. I’m so annoyed. He’s the one falling through on his promises to me but is complaining the entire day.

Later we get home, I’m hungry, I ask if he wants to get pizza, he says yes, I’m assuming he’s going to go in half, no, he lets me pay. He didn’t help with the move at all, then eats pizza and doesn’t even offer to pay for half. What the fuck? Then be complains about how he doesn’t like the wings I ordered. Ugh 😣

He goes to bed but before that, he starts telling me about a second “lake trip” that came from nowhere. I’m trying to figure out now to ditch this guy, but we live together. I avoid him for the entire week. He leaves for his first lake trip, I realize how happy and peaceful my life is without him in the house. He comes back. I try to dump him. He convinced me to fuck him instead. The sex wasn’t even good that night. It was never good, actually, except a handful of times. He kept biting, no matter how many times I asked him not to. I don’t like being bit. I kept trying to tell him what I like sexually but he just kept going back to things I didn’t like. Plus, he would often cum too fast. He would always get off, usually multiple times, but he barely made me cum at all out of all the times we fucked.

This same night, he tells me that the second lake trip probably isn’t going to happen now. Then asks me to dog sit the next Saturday while he goes to the hot springs because he “forgot he made that reservation.” He didn’t mention that girl, though and I forgot he originally told me, he’d be taking her to the hot springs.

Anyway, it gets closer to that date, I haven’t fucked him at all. I have a severe UTI that I didn’t even mention to him. He finally admits she’s coming and that’s when I put two and two together, there never was a second lake trip. I realize that I’m supposed to be recovering from surgery that weekend and originally the roommate was like, after your surgery, I’ll do this for you, I’ll do that for you, whatever you need, just let me know and I’ll do it. Well, then I straight ask him who’s going to help me with my dog and with the other things I need because his plans with this girl he was going to cancel on are 2 days after my surgery and he’s just like 🤷‍♂️.

I was fucking done. I tried to be polite to him, tried to keep the peace, but once again, he starts in on me telling me my texts “annoy him.” I had been texting him so we wouldn’t have to talk in person.

I finally lose my shit and tell him everything he’s done to annoy me since moving in that I had been biting my tongue about. I end up canceling my surgery because my insurance denied the claim. That weekend comes and goes, I’m sick as I fuck but I’m avoiding being home because if I see that girl who’s in my house after her failed to mention she’d be staying in our house in the first place, I was going to tell her what a lying asshole he is and how she “annoys” him. I just didn’t want the drama. I don’t know if she ever came, it really didn’t look like anyone had been in the house that weekend but him. He’s been playing his “nice” guy act ever since. Trying to talk to me even though I told him not to. Trying to be “helpful” but I just kept telling him I didn’t want to talk to him and I don’t like him and he can’t smooth things over, but he wouldn’t leave me alone, kept trying to talk to me, so Tuesday, I couldn’t take anymore. I’ve caught him in more lies in the two months I’ve known him than I’ve ever caught any man in. Finally, I went off on him via text message Tuesday and sent him a screenshot of his own criminal record. He never replied. I’ve been avoiding being home when he’s home and haven’t had to see him at all, but this weekend is coming and I’m going to have to see him. The next 10 months of living with this dude are going to be so uncomfortable, but I’m stuck in a lease.

Wish I would’ve known who he is before I signed that lease. When I originally moved in, he told me, “there are no rules in this house, Kayla.” Now, it’s all , do this, don’t do that, can you change this? I don’t like this, I don’t like that.

This is actually why I don’t date and why I stay celibate for years at a time, almost every guy I’ve been with successfully pulled the “nice” guy act on me in the beginning, then turns out to be like this dude. 314 was the only one who actually was a nice guy, up until he ghosted. I’m more heartbroken over him than anyone from my past because I never expected him to just disappear like that.