Ha ok now I had a roommate a while ago, who I fell in love with. My first mistake, secondly I told him. My other mistake was that he was my crazy hick's best friend, oh what great fun we all will have. He was too cowardly to tell his best friend so he informed me it was up to me, that should have been the first red flag if not the second. He feared his best friend was going to beat his ass, so he left telling his best friend, my ex to me, I being terrified that he was going to beat my ass or worse yet argue with me, brought friends with me so I could tell him and have people to back me up if he got violent. He took it well and we parted. Him and I started to date, it was great, because when he was my roommate he helped 'sortof' keep the house (apartment) clean and cooked a lot of the time since he was out of a job and I busted my ass, he hated to work and anytime he would have to work he'd bitch about it. we started to date 2 weeks afterwards of the beginning he changed into the lazy bastard his aunt had called him, he made messes didn't clean them up, quit cooking and left the job to me while his lazy ass laid up on the couch. He was a skinny fucker too, and I hate to date people skinnier than me. Later I moved into a house and he didn't help me move, even though he informed me after I inquired that he was going to live with me. Furthermore, I didn't help me unpack since it was all my stuff. I was to leave for vacation and gave him special instructions, since he did not help pay bills, rent or even help me with my car, I left everything in his care. Don't drive my car all over the place and leave my house exactly how I'm leaving it. Left for vacation and wouldn't you know it he over drove my car, left my house a complete mess and a huge shit in my toilet he didn't even have the decency to flush, almost like he was shitting on our relationship. So I cheated on him with a ginger, got great sex that I never could get with him because he only lasted at max 15 mins and knew only 2 positions which is sad since he has at least 5 more years of experience under his belt. Then I gave him all of his shit and broke up with him. oh the great fun in dating skinny, hick fuckers who dream of big tires on their trucks and a beer in their hands as they have lots of women hanging on their arms, country music blaring in the background. Oh the happy hearing of 'bitch' in the background as I walk away from a fucked up relationship.
And that's another fucked up and useless relationship flushed down that breakup toilet.
