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Originally posted by TeenGodFather
Roommates suck (I'd imagine).
I live with a girl, but I have no problems if we break up. I own everything, the appartment, the furniture and naturally the pans and pots.  She has nothing but 1/4 of my clothingstorage at her disposal. Been like that for over 3 years, wouldn't have it any other way. lol. I'm a bitch, I know.
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It was just the opposite with me and my ex-husband. Everything belonged to me...all the bastard had to his name was his clothes and CDs. And he had the nerve to ask me to pack his stuff for him when he informed me he was leaving me.
I threw all of his shitty jeans and t-shirts and techno CDs into garbage bags and left them on the front porch...I was hoping the neighbor's dog would drag his crap all over the place and slobber on it...
Two years ago when the triad I was in broke up in a spectacularly festive, violent way, our ex tried to take a bunch of our shit with her, too. And she was really bitchy about her stuff, in a weird way. For example, the day we broke up, the boy and I went out to do grocery shopping...when we came back, the whole house was dark downstairs.
She'd taken every single fucking lightbulb out of all of the downstairs fixtures because she'd paid for them. And the next morning, when I was making breakfast for the kids like I usually did -- putting two pieces of toast into each of the two toasters on the counter -- she came in, took the bread out of her toaster and threw the bread on the floor, and went back upstairs with her toaster, never saying one single word to me.
Pyscho bitch from hell...
