Thread: Cohabitating is a nightmare

I spent my whole 20's not cohabitating with women/only living together for a couple months as a temporary measure. Made the mistake of letting a woman live with me in my 30's and NEVER AGAIN.

Let me tell you, the difference between casual relationships and temporarily living together/staying over and actually moving in together is NIGHT AND DAY.

Before, the women I was dating/fucking would come over, fuck and leave. They would bring food, cook for me, and clean my apartment - but never touch my personal items, just make the bed, do the dishes etc.

Now actually having lived with a woman, I've noticed that they act like they OWN the place. EVERYTHING has to be their way, and if it's not they will slowly try to nag you, suggest things and move things, get surprise "deals" they bring home, or get female family to agree about "how much better such and such would work/look".

My retard ex wanted the damn dresser IN THE CLOSET, and made a huge deal about it . Every day new junk we didn't need from amazon would come in the mail. Even a month after she left I was still getting amazon packages of stupid useless junk in the mail.

She wanted complete control over the whole apartment, then complained I didn't do anything or help her. My response was "you control everything, it's your apartment, you take care of it".

By the end of it the only things that were mine were a couple Victorian lady pictures she "approved of" on the walls, the clothes in the dresser, and my tools in the back of the closet.

After withdrawing from the relationship and the maintenance of the apartment more and more over the year we lived together, the passive agressiveness finally quit. She was somewhat pleasant to be around for the last week until she suddenly disappeared. Good riddance!

It's been a year and I finally have the last of her useless shit out of my apartment. NEVER AGAIN. Women are mindless hoarders and consumers, it's live giving a pre teen a credit card, there's no sense to anything other than how it looks and makes her "feel", and if others would like it.

Now that all her useless crap is out, I've slowly been replacing all the IKEA cardboard furniture with solid wood antiques and bought a 52" smart tv. Put the computer in the bedroom and opened up the living space.

Geez, what a great testimony you have provided, and amusing to read as well!

There are so many things worth highlighting but I'll just select this, one of my pet peeves:

then complained I didn't do anything or help her.

Like night and day, is right. Your apartment maybe, but you were living in her world. Next, maybe you can tell us, from her point of view, why she needed you in it.

Maybe she disappeared because she found a new guy's apartment to fix up?

My pal's girlfriend probably spends an hour a day cooking and cleaning, then acts like she's working her ass off. Yet a casual observer would think it's her house, her car, and her paying all the bills. Her sense of entitlement is off the scale. About all you can say is she don't try to decorate the place. That would be too much like work.

Adding a woman to my home is no different than adding a psychological warden and guards to a prison! They can actually make a man gleefully happy to see his home burn to the ground! A happiness I know I'm better off living without!

You are better off getting a loving dog to live with you. At least the dog is happy to see you when you get home.

I'm glad I've never been in that situation! Yes I've had girlfriends, but we never cohabitated. The first two still lived with their parents (and so did I), so there wasn't any of that nonsense going on, and the third (last) one lived about 1,5 hours from me, so there wouldn't be a point for her to "redecorate" my place. Not that she was the typical female in that aspect, her place looked like the way I would do it, and she was happy with it. She liked how I had decorated my place, and that was that.

And then there was a girl in a group chat who told me how I could improve my place with a "feminine touch", aka buy useless crap that might look pretty (to her, not to me) and is a pain in the ass to clean, like little figurines, or a frilly cloth on a table. She offered to come over and do a total overhaul to make my appartment "more appealing" (to females), and I said no to everything, including her coming here, which pissed her off, and she started mocking me for not wanting a "warm cozy home", sigh. I also denied her from coming over because even though she was engaged to some poor bastard, it didn't prevent her from sending nudes to lots, I mean LOTS of men, and wanting to fuck around. Apparently I caught her interest and made her vagina tingle, which made her send me nudes and send me lewd messages. Not gonna lie, she has a killer body with huge tits and a peachy ass, but I simply said no to her avances, and like any female she couldn't deal with rejection.

Just because I didn't want to have sex with her made her mock my apartment even more, how nobody could be truly happy living in it, and that I'd never attract a woman this way, and bla bla bla. She just couldn't believe the fact that I was fine without useless crap (a Dutch word for it is "tierelantijntjes", which translates to "frills" but that doesn't really cover it) or redecorating every few months. As I sit here I look to my left and look at my plants, couch, big ass aviary for my birds, coffee table and recliner. In front of me is my computer and a big ass gaming poster, and to my right there's a couple of bookcases and another plant, and I'm content with the way it looks.

Going back to the point: when I was 16 I had already decided I would not cohabitate, get married, have kids. Back then I already knew I would prefer being single and have the place to myself. Having girlfriends would be fine, as long as they had their own place, because no way would I want to share a place with a woman 24/7, and that stems from looking at my parents. My mom isn't a bad woman, but she's a typical woman; she picks and chooses the decoration of the home, and was "graceful" enough to give dad his man cave where he could listen to music or watch sports on TV. Gee, amazing! The man paid for everything and this is what he gets... I don't hate her or anything, I've just been observing married life and saw how it goes, and decided that's not something I wanted. 22 years later and I still feel that way. I'm single, have the place decorated exactly the way I want it, and if some chick nags me about it she's getting a big fat NO.

There is only one thing worse than living with a girlfriend. That is living with a wife. Twice I was foolish enough to think that living with a woman first was a smart thing to do before marrying her. To give yourself a chance to see how they really are before you tie the noose around your neck.
Twice I was proven wrong.

Women are very good at playing the long game. They will put forth a false front for an incredible amount of time. It changes lightning quick once they eat that wedding cake. The girlfriend you lived with has nothing to do with who she becomes once married to you.

Living with a woman is such a bad deal I'm really surprised how little we talk about it here. I get all PTSD like just thinking about my experiences with it. Every single aspect of your life, even ones you can't dream of will be impacted. In very negative ways. There are not enough keys on my keyboard, or room on this forum, for me to express how bad it is to live with a woman.

Sorry fellas, nothing to contribute to this thread, and fortunately never will...

As a man who spent 17 years of my adult life married to two different "domestic terrorists", I concur that it is the worst living situation possible. Many times during my marriages I would think about getting a new identity and disappearing. They truly take over the entire place, and even if you are a firm and resolute man, they will wear you down like an infant begging for candy. I will not be sharing my space with any woman, with the exception of my daughters of course.

I will never live with a woman ever again. No freaking way. I could literally be at my worst but a woman will find a way to bring me down even more.

No way would I entertain the dumb idea of living with the demon we call woman again! Pure hell awaits any fool that willingly falls for the trappings of living with a woman in todays society...

Yes it is hell on earth, for no reason whatsoever. Just a craving for power over some sad soul and transient physical wealth. Maybe a good slam but thats it otherwise you may as well move in with the reptiles at the zoo cause they are not nearly as cold or calculating.

Damn, I love this site…..
So much truth and wisdom.
All I can add is “ditto” to the above posts. Especially you O.G. You took the words right outta me…

Originally Posted by 2_Time_Loser

They truly take over the entire place

What's with their pillow obsession? On the bed, on the couch...nearly every surface for sitting.

Originally Posted by Toolband89

What's with their pillow obsession? On the bed, on the couch...nearly every surface for sitting.

If we ever pushed an 11 lb. pumpkin out our crotch, we'd have a pillow obsession too!!!

So I'm not the only one who noticed that American women are hoarders of junk and expensive trinkets!

I've only lived with 2 women that I was intimate with in my life. The first was my ex wife, together over 10 yrs. Many years after, I was dating a chick and things were going great. Covid hit and we decided to move in together.

She moved into my brand new, high end 3 bedroom home that I had literally just bought, and wanted me to renovate it! It wasn't even 6 months old and she wanted extensive reno's. I was like no, I bought a brand new house so I /don't have to work on it/ idiot.

She put all kinds of crappy chatch-key things all over the house. Suddenly she wanted her adult kids to move in. (She had told me she never wanted that and they were all doing good - they weren't.)

As I got to know her much better I found out almost every thing she told me about her life and her relationships, etc was a total lie. 3 months after she moved in I paid her to move out and it was worth every penny.

There's A LOT more here to tell but it'd take me all day and I think you get the point.

I'll never live with a woman again. I won't even let them park their RVs on my land. For any reason.

/Tired.

Originally Posted by TiredOfWmnSh!t

She moved into my brand new, high end 3 bedroom home that I had literally just bout, and wanted me to renovate it!

....Suddenly she wanted her adult kids to move in.

That is really too much! It irritates me just to read it. I can't imagine how you must have felt. Good thing you got rid of that asshole and her worthless offspring.

Originally Posted by O.G.

Living with a woman is such a bad deal I'm really surprised how little we talk about it here. I get all PTSD like just thinking about my experiences with it. Every single aspect of your life, even ones you can't dream of will be impacted. In very negative ways. There are not enough keys on my keyboard, or room on this forum, for me to express how bad it is to live with a woman.

Good point, it really is awful. Everything from where the coffee is, to the look and feel of the place, to the martyrdom act over 45 minutes of light cleaning once a week.

And the neverending Amazon packages, I had that with my ex-wife. First of the month and hundreds would disappear from the checking account - then she would berate me for not paying the bills on time, or alternate that with "Just pay the cable/electric bill next month." Oh the nightmare of having a comfortable income but still having to cut corners to keep the lights on. And the spending was stupid, it wasn't fur coats, but tons of little doo-dads and chotskies in an endless stream of brown cardboard boxes. Dozens of makeup palettes that were never opened, diet snacks that were sampled once and forgotten about...

Video Games and Porn are better than any GF you will ever have