The honeymoon is over

 I knew it, I just knew it. Moving in with cute guy was a massive mistake. As with most things all that glitters is not gold. My cute housemate has transformed into a chauvinistic, selfish and moody human being. After I moved in, he explained to me why he and his girlfriend broke up. It transpires that for the majority of their relationship, he seemed to have the upper hand and he made the decisions. His girlfriend was not to be very confident in herself but there came a point in her job where she was forced to take on more responsibility and she saw that she was able to take the initiative and this gave her a new found strength and confidence. This renewed self assurance did not go down well with my housemate. As he put it ‘I did not know what was going on’?

Anyway it seems that I have an ego maniac on my hands. He doesn’t like it when you disagree with him, he raises his voice when you question something he says, he is patronising and he is beyond selfish.

Today we had what I call a row. I mean four weeks after moving in, is this normal? We argued because I was in the kitchen talking to him, as he was washing the dishes (something he rarely does). After he had finished washing the dishes, he switches the kitchen light and walks off. This wouldn’t have been a problem if I wasn’t still in the kitchen talking. I say to him in a mocking way that is so typical of him, he is done so screw everything else around. Just like the other day, I was watching the TV and he came in the room rebooted the system without saying a word and just walked off. I sit there open mouthed, he offers no explanation. So when I bring it up to him, he raises his voices as we to and fro with each other. He eventually says ‘well what I needed to do was more important than what you were watching’. I couldn’t believe my ears.

We had a toilet incident a few days ago. There was a toilet blockage which meant we couldn’t use the loo. Being me, I wanted to try and fix it myself, as calling out a plumber would cost a lot of money. I ask him to give me a wire hanger to see if I could do something, he says there is nothing I can do, I insist I want to try, he gives me a whole speech about being stubborn, he raises his voice telling me there is nothing I can do. When I do try with the wire hanger and fails, he smugly asks me ‘Did you fix it?’, and goes on to give me a lecture on if he told me jumping off a balcony was dangerous, would I do it? Oh yeah fixing blocked toilets and jumping off balconies are one of the same. Dickhead. He calls out a plumber.

With his stupid smug face still playing in my head, the next day did some research went to the local DIY store, bought some supplies and fixed the goddam toilet myself. Sent him a text at work, ‘Cancel the plumber, I have fixed the toilet’. God it felt so good. I felt like Goliath. I knew he felt like a dick (so he should) because he never mentioned it, or asked how I fixed it till today. During our argument he mentions it and since he brought it up, I made sure I drummed it in his head that I, yes I fixed it. I also mentioned it was nothing like jumping off a balcony – childish I know but couldn’t help it. The shithead was just asking for it.

I like the location, and don’t really want (or can afford) to move out but I am not sure how long I can carry on leaving with this twat. It can be a blessing moving into someone else’s space as you are moving into an established set-up but it is also a pain in the arse because there is this thing that although you pay half the rent, it is still their space.

ps: Did I mention that when I make dinner, I make enough so that he has some, he has never said ‘Thank you’. The only time he gave any words of appreciation was the first time when he mentioned that it was good and that maybe I should be in charge of the kitchen (He said this in jest!!)