Roommates

[narwhalParticipant]

Had a thought this morning.  Something I’ve thought about before, but never fully formulated.

Before I was married, I had a roommate.    We were friends before we were roommates.  I had a condo with a spare bedroom I wasn’t using.  I was making payments just fine, but could use some extra cash and would have like more company around.  When his lease was up, he moved into my spare room.  He made a lot less money then me, but that was never a problem.  He never asked me to take care of him in any way.   The things that I paid for were mine, and there was never any dispute about this.  Most of the time we ate separately, but sometimes we cooked for each other.  There was never any expectation that we owed each other in any regard.  If we went out to eat I might pay for him because he couldn’t afford it and I wanted his company.  He never would ask me to pay, he just wouldn’t go if he was expected to pay his way.  No guilt.  I tended to do all the cleaning because I’m the one who cared about how clean it was.  Not that he didn’t respect that as he was not messy, but it bothered me much more that the carpets weren’t clean then it bothered me.  We trusted each other and new each others boundaries.    Things were really equal, fair, and pleasant.  I think we were both better off with the arrangement, though we were different in many ways and not at all perfect.

So why is it that a woman wants men and women to be equal, but feels a relationship is over when  “we just treat each other like we’re roommates”?

 

Ok. Then do it.

[mgtow_85Participant 752]

Because of the double standard that exists between men and women.

Women claim they want equality, but what they really want is to be taken care of and have all their needs financed through life.

I’ve been through the whole roommate thing before. For 7 years, I lived with roommates, and it was a nightmare. I was never truly alone or having any private time, people were walking in on me while I was using the bathroom(broken lock), and if I bought any food/drinks that were better than what my roommates could usually afford, you can be damn sure that they would be taking it for themselves while I was gone at work. I would mark my milk jugs or juice bottles: THIS IS MINE. DON’T USE! And then the milk and juice would be mostly gone, my cereal would be gone, and they’d be like, “Uhhhh, there wasn’t anything else good to eat or drink, and you don’t want me to starve, do you?”

Last year, I got my own apartment. MY OWN! No f~~~ing roommates whatsoever! And I’ll never go back to having roommates again. Sure, having a private room is cheaper by $200-$300 a month less, but then you’re paying that much more anyway in groceries just because everyone else wants to go through your s~~~, despite repeated warnings and threats that you give them, so you end up having to support everyone in their hunger requirements while they spend all their money going to clubs and bars.

Marriage is just the same way. Having to pay for roommates. And women huff and puff and scowl if you insist that they keep their job just so they can pay THEIR share of the rent and bills and food costs. You want to spend all day shopping? Okay, go ahead. But only on YOUR day off and with YOUR paycheck, but be sure that you can afford to pay your share of the rent and utilities. You use up an entire shampoo bottle on your hair in just 3 days? Good, you can buy some more with money that YOU made.

That’s why women hate having a “roommate” lifestyle in a relationship. They want to be equal to men, but not when it comes to PAYING for it. Because women cost MUCH more money to maintain themselves than it does for men. They just want to be taken care of(aka. having a second childhood, which lasts a LOT more than just 18 years).

[Anonymous 1]

narwhal wrote:

So why is it that a woman wants men and women to be equal, but feels a relationship is over when “we just treat each other like we’re roommates”?

Because there is a difference between what they REALLY want and what they SAY they want. They say they want a equal, but what they really want is a slave, someone to pull her weight along with his weight and boss around. A roommate, as you described, would actually RESPECT your boundaries. Women don’t want that, they want their boundaries respected, but want to invade YOURS.

So, in a sense, the best way to have a relationship with a women would be something along the lines “roommates with benefits”. Good luck finding a woman that are willing to that though.

[Cipher HighwindParticipant 1144]

I never had a room-mate since lease contracts create joint and severable liabilities.  This means that the landlord can go after anyone on the lease for the rent or damages to the unit, meaning that any savings that one could obtain in a shared housing situation could evaporate very quickly.

Better that one live alone where one can afford, or better yet, forego landlords altogether. I have had two crooked landlords in as many years, so I will live out of the truck very soon.

[Sky-OParticipant 18948]

The only time I have ever had room mates (other than whatever the current clit was that was feeding off me parasitically and living with me without paying any rent or utilities) was when I owned a house in Washington and rented two of the rooms out to my buddies.

Two words: NEVER AGAIN

One of them would always get out of the shower and let water drip off him on the tile floor. I only told him 342 times not to do that anymore and he never listened.

My food was raided like a pack of Somalian refugees just showed up at the house and on a weekly basis.

I had to pay for water and both of my  buddies would take 30 minute hot showers in the morning. It got so bad that I turned the water heater temperature down one night and in the morning they both took 2 minute showers. But that plan back fired since I woke up twice, each time one of them went into use the shower and started screaming “Fuuuuuuuuuck ahhhhhh. . . . . . ‘ So I decided that my sleep was worth more than having to listen to that crap at 6am.

One of them was on unemployment and so I knew that the first Tuesday of every month that his unemployment/hybrid welfare check would come and I confiscated it for his rent, making him go to the bank, deposit it and then give me a money order. It was like taking care of a 4 year old kid.

When his unemployment check was down to only 5 remaining weeks, he would stay up all night, drinking my beer and start yelling at 3am ‘I’m f~~~ed! Holly s~~~, I’m f~~~ed!’

Then came the parking situation in my driveway. Leaving out the details: NEVER AGAIN.

Doors slamming all of the time, one of them would crank ridiculous country music non-stop and sing with a country accent. Both of them commenting that because I was drinking Redhook and Widmer and cooking a steak that I was ‘loaded’ and had ‘money’. Like WTF. . . . shut the f~~~ up guys.

If I had a hot bitch/slut/c~~~/hole over, they would both hoover around the living room, stare and act creepy as f~~~.

One of them had a certified Beluga whale for a girlfriend and when she would come over, I wanted to vomit when I heard the sounds of him banging her Beluga whale body in his room. One time it went on for two hours and all I could hear her (it) say was ‘F~~~, me, F~~~ me Mike!!! oooh, fuuuuuck!’ Totally disturbing.

Then came the break ups. The other roommate had his bipolar as f~~~, slut girlfriend over when he decided to break up with her and she started screaming and crying and transitioned her insanity into the hallway and while increasing the screaming and crying, she collapsed on the hardwood floor, curled up into a fetal position and kept crying. I’m sorry but the $500 a month he was paying doesn’t cover that kind of bulls~~~.

Walking by the bathroom in my hallway and noticing an odor that might resemble what a septic tank getting hit by a scud missile was not something I planned on when I got the mortgage on that house.

Both dips~~~s were constantly having people over and on weekends they turned my house into a party zone.

NEVER AGAIN

[In Which We ServeParticipant 111]

Because most women don’t know how to be happy. If you’re a doormat who lets her do what she wants, you’re ‘too nice.’ If you act like an alpha male and the boss of the relationship, you’re ‘too controlling’. If you somehow manage to balance things out, you’re ‘too distant’ or ‘not emotional enough’ and bla bla bla. ‘We’ve become like roommates’ is womanese for ‘you are not creating enough drama in my life.’

As for male roommates/flatmates, I would only do this again if I was the owner of the house, and the roommate was renting a room from me – my house, my rules. The equal sharing type of flat share doesn’t work well in my experience.

[BrainPilotParticipant 7640]

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Look, it's not my fault that tornado dropped a house on your sister. Now get back on your broom and get your ass out of here... and take your monkeys with you

[lukeylalaParticipant 56]

I have a roomate who I’ve been friends with for just over 2 years now(we’re like brothers), we got a place in January and its fantastic. We both do our own shopping, respect each others boundaries and most evenings retire to our own bedrooms to do whatever we want. If I cant afford something he’ll offer to pay and vice versa, all in all a pretty good deal.

He knows I’m a MGTOW and can definitely see why I choose to be one. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I’m slowly revealing to him how women think and the absolute failure that is modern marriage.

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