living with The Dictator
Well we started off ok. We managed 3 days living together.

She had been my best friend for 10 years so we thought living together would be a piece of piss. We collared another girl to live with us so we could get a nice 3 bedroom house. The Dictator (As she is now known) decided to take the big ensuite room, to be honest at the time i didnt really care as i had a nice room downstairs so i was happy.

On the second evening girl number 3 cooked dinner for all of us. The dictator began to tell us her kitchen regime when it comes to washing up.

Green Cloth - Plates and bowls
Yellow Cloth - Cutlery
Blue Cloth - Wiping down the surfaces
Pink cloth - Wipe over the hob when you're done cooking
Blue Sponge - Everything else in between.

She then went on to explain all the different types of bleach and cleaning fluid she had bought for us to use daily. Considering i had known this girl for 10 years and after seeing the shit hole she lived in with her parents (literally a hole of shit, i swear they NEVER cleaned their house) i was surprised at how eager she was to keep the place ship shape.

For a second i thought she was joking until i actually realised this fantastic rainbow of cleaning accoutrements was laid out around our communal sink. Jokingly i pointed out that i moved away from home to escape my mother, not to move in with a carbon copy of the woman who birthed me and her strange cleaning equiptment. I jokingly called her a Kitchen Nazi, with a vendetta against germs, which was pretty much true.

So we finished up the meal and all disappeard to our respective rooms to study. A few hours later i get a knock on my door. The Dictator informs me that shes going home to her mothers for a few nights, but will text me when shes coming back.

That was 6 months ago.

She deleted me off of Facebook without even a explanation as to why she was ignoring me. We had a good laugh about that at the pub. Needless to say we changed the locks about a week after she disappeard.

Somewhere in-between she collected her stuff from the house. I arranged a replacement housemate, so we had been packing The Dictators belongings into boxes for a while before she collected them. Delicatly drawing small discreet swasticas on the occasional box of cereal, on the back of her t-shirts and work clothes. Not to mention stealing half of her stuff .....Just for a laugh. And there was this one time that we ran out of loo roll...

Makes me wonder if she washed any of her clothes after she got them back. haha not that i care. She did screw us over by not giving us her share of the bill money, but it was deffinatly worth paying it out of my own pocket just to see the back of her and her dictatorship.

And now she lives in another city with my scrounging low-life ex boyfriend - if you ask me they make a beautiful couple :) and one day they will have cute little herpes babies.
(nickdoesdallas, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 22:35, 14 replies)

wow
a ten year friendship destroyed in three days because you don't like a few different-coloured cloths.
( Kroney, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 22:55, closed)

You made her pay bill money when she lived there for 3 days
nice.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:01, closed)

I'm with these guys.
I think we're reading a *very* subjective account of the events here. And you're probably the "housemate from hell".
( Tab Hunter Make this useless process end and so, begin again, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 11:06, closed)

Inclined to agree
You do sound like a bit of a tit, perhaps the humour was taken out of context but what you did after was pretty shitty
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 12:11, closed)

all those years of friendship...
...scared away as if a flock of birds, by some harsh and ill-thought words.

Plus, the bonus gift of risking her job. People can get fired - or worse - for displaying 'hate' symbols, even if they weren't aware of them.

It's never too late to make amends.

Edit: Does anyone else see the tragedy; that he claims his actions were justified as he moved out to escape his mother, when clearly she was also trying to escape hers (illustrated by overcompensating for previous squalour)? They actually had more in common than they realised, and it drove them apart.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:05, closed)

gender fail
haha Im a girl

"he" duhh
(nickdoesdallas, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:29, closed)

fair enough
I just assumed, based on 'nick'; but after consideration I too must have made an incorrect assumption. Nevertheless, I stand by my original point, friends are too precious to waste.

edit: and you think her scheme was complex? Try working on a UK deli counter or commercial kitchen. Traditionally the colour code for knives, cutting boards, and cleaning materials is:
# Green - fruit and vegetables
# Blue - raw fish
# White - bakery and dairy products
# Red - raw meat
# Yellow - cooked meats
# Brown - undefined.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:50, closed)

my name :(
my parents gave my a boys name :(

nah she was a flake anyway. You'd kind of think that you can just live with somebody and not have a problem if you *think* you know them for 10 years. Turns out maybe she didnt really get my sense of humour, but im certain we had called each other much worse over the years.

I dont feel like ive lost anything other wise i may have fought to keep the friendship going, but by her non response for 6 months i kind of figured she cared less about our friendship than i did.

:wow im glad i dont work for a deli. Dont call your boss names, or something bad might happen!
(nickdoesdallas, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:55, closed)

That makes sense, I suppose.
A true friend might not have taken it so personally. I know I've called some friends some names, and vice versa. It's never meant seriously, and we still get along great.

Still a little unsure about the swastika bit, though; even if her scheme did seem a tad OCD.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 0:02, closed)

Colour coding
I'm quite glad delis have a rigorous system like that - it prevents cross-contamination, and protects people with dairy intolerance and other allergies.

Perhaps it is a bit OTT for a domestic kitchen, but it sounds like she was a bit germ-phobic and just trying to be clean. I can empathise with that. It's better than people using the same cloth for the floor and the dishes, isn't it?
(Ovaltina, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 0:28, closed)

I can't imagine...
... living in a literal hole of shit would be comfortable, nice smelling, hygenic or spacious. Depending on what size the hole was and where it was dug, what type of shit, what species, how old...

I mean, some people live in dung huts so I imagine perhaps living in a hole (was it covered?) of really old, dried shit might not be as bad as, say, a small freshly filled hole.

I think perhaps you don't actually mean literally...
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:07, closed)

hmm..
quite possibly
(nickdoesdallas, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 23:30, closed)

No it's quite right
it was a shitty thing to do. I feel sorry for whoever next moves in with you. Also completely sweet how you treat your best friend of ten years.
(its just so moving McFuck, Wed 4 Mar 2009, 13:02, closed)

I reckon
there's more to it than this...
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 11:18, closed)