my gf

So when I first moved into my apartment my roommate seemed really nice and we got alone fine.

Then about a month in, she started to exhibit weird behavior like staying in her room with the door closed when I got home from work and not come out. What was she doing in there? When/where was she eating dinner? Did something bad happen? Was it something I did? I had no idea what was going on. This continued on for like a week.

Then one day I saw the floor was dirty so I swept it (this was not the first time I did this btw and to me a perfectly normal thing to do). The next day, to my surprise she was out and about and thanked me for sweeping the floor. Thinking her weird at this point I was cautious when dealing with her. I guess she didn't like my unresponsiveness and that's when it all came out.

Apparently I had not been putting in my fair share in the apartment (including the cooking) and she was angry with me. But instead of saying something like a normal adult she decided to stay in her room and wait to see if I would offer her dinner when I made my dinner. And when I didn't she got more and more angry.

I'm sorry. Call me insensitive or whatever but when someone goes into their room and closes the door I think to myself this person does not want to be disturbed; not "knock on my door and offer me dinner".

As all her grievances came out I slowly started to realize she expected me to read her mind and when I didn't she got more angry and more angry with me.

What finally saved me in the end was that I swept the floor of my own accord and she decided that I was willing to contribute and therefore decided to interact with me again.

Right. Basically she's like my oversensitive girlfriend that I can't break up with because of the sweet apartment situation she provides me. Breaking up with her would mean losing the apartment. I was determined to make it work.

So now, in order to keep her happy I have been super gung ho about things like keeping the floor clean. In fact this morning on my way out of the apartment to work I made sure to take out the trash.

Not only that I am actively trying to be sensitive to her needs. Before leaving London I made sure to get her the Gingerbread men she asked for. They remain uneaten on the kitchen counter and I stress about whether she likes them or not. (Are they the wrong brand? Is she upset they are actually Gingerbread snowmen and not Gingerbreadmen?)

Shit is stressful yo.

Otherwise things are going well. I'm happy to report she hasn't shut herself in her room latley. In fact this evening we were both together in the living room: me reading the Glamour magazine I nicked from my friend and London and her watching the France vs. Ireland football game and shouting French profanities.

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Who's the girl now?