Six months ago, I met a girl who was having a hard time. She told me that she was trying to complete her college education and needed a roommate.
At the time, I was living in my parents’ basement. They had renovated it and gave me my privacy. I should have stayed there. But, I met this girl and wanted to help her.
So, I moved in with her and now my life is a nightmare. What can I do? Last week, she went to the mall and didn’t come in until the next morning after the sun was up. Her three year old had a high fever and when she came home drunk, I had to take him to the hospital.
When it was time to pay the rent, she didn’t pay her portion. I had to take the money from my savings account.—Alice
Go back to your parents’ basement. Stop listening to sad stories. People misuse nice people like you—and they don’t care. Explain to her that your parents need you. I say this because so many times roommates become violent even to the point of committing murder.
Let me tell you this: You really need to change your heart. I recently had a long conversation with my daughter informing her to watch her kindness. I do not become taken in by sad, ‘down on my luck’ stories.
Well, not anymore. It is not wise for a single woman with no children to move in with a woman with children. Think about it. She knows you will not let those little darlings be cold, so you pay the heat; you will not let those little darlings go hungry so you buy the food; and babysitting—I won’t even go there!
Alice, single life being alone and single life with children is—a different life.
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