T. has a crazy roommate. Not in the 'crazy-cute' way, but in the 'crazy-psycho' way.
T's roomie refuses to give him a housekey, even though he is paying rent. She is apparently quite upset with the amount of time he hasn't been spending at home. T thinks she is lurking in their flat, waiting for him to come home so she can pick a fight.
My first thought: you don't have a key to YOUR OWN HOME?!?
T just looked sheepish and shrugged.
T has been sleeping at his parents' place rather than going home, because he doesn't want to deal with a pissed-off roommate.
My second thought: where is your backbone, sweetie?
My third (and most concerning) thought: if you can't deal with a pissed-off roommate, and go so far as to buy new clothing rather than going home in order to avoid a fight...what is going to happen when I actually get mad about something?
Hmmm.
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ooohhhhh........
Hmmm....methinks this is a nice, safe way to feel that one out. You can be a little coach, maybe?
I can't even train my dog. I have no illusions about training a boyfriend. Either I (and he) can cope...or not. This one really has my red flags flying...
Rot Roh, red flags flying, huh?
Well, pay attention to them, but not all red flags are 'deal breakers', they are just issues that need to be discussed.
I can't train my dog either! What's up with that?
I think my dog may be smarter then me. I am the one who seems to be trained.
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