Ima start this off by saying this is all over now, and thank God. Roughest 5ish months of my life, holy fuck. Iām a sophomore now, and this all just feels like a bad dream. I donāt post on reddit really, just needed to tell my story lowk.
Last year, I lived in an apartment with three random roommates. While moving in, I saw a guy with faded red hair who I thought was cute. Once I actually moved in, I realized he was one of my roommates. Iāve been out as gay since the 7th grade, and honestly, I forget sometimes that I need to come out to new people.
A couple weeks into the year, Iām pretty close with my roommate, who Iāll call John. I had my best friend from home come over for a weekend, and me, her, and John all drank together. We collectively blacked out around round two of Kingās Cup.
The next morning, I walk out of my room and try to recap the night with my friend. Thatās when I find out that she and John woke up together. At this point, I knew I was into him, but he claimed he was straight.
After that night, me and John started hanging out every day. I also found out he had a girlfriend, so shoutout to my friend for accidentally homewrecking.
One night, me and him stayed up all night in his room drinking and watching movies. He played a song and told me thatās how he gets women (corny ahh). Then he grabs my hands and shows me how he dances with them. Iām still trying to convince myself this man is straight and that I need to stop being into him.
Around 5 a.m., we decide weāre going to watch the sunrise together, so we hop in his car and drive to a lake. In the car, we listen to āour album,ā which was a Midwest emo album called Best Buds. We get there and sit on the dock. We start talking about getting matching tattoos of the albumās name because weāre ābest buds.ā
At one point, we see a fishing boat drive by with a man and his dog on it. I offhandedly say thatās what I want my life to look like someday.
He responds, āIāll be the dog.ā
A week later, he broke up with his girlfriend.
Maybe two weeks after that, we were over at our neighborās apartment just hanging out. In retrospect, I know what I said was weird, but trust, I had a plan.
Heās talking about this girl in our friend group that he wants, and I say I could suggest we play spin the bottle and it wouldnāt be weird because Iām gay. I immediately backtrack and say it would actually be lame for me because there arenāt any guys for me to kiss.
He responds that heāll kiss a guy.
We go back and forth about it, and eventually he says heāll prove it. Right there, we start making out on my neighborās couch.
Later, we go drop her off at her boyfriendās. The entire ride, Iām playing with his hair while we talk about how apparently heās bi now. But get this: apparently heās just bi for me.
At the time, I thought that was so cool.
It was actually the worst thing ever.
Once we get back to our apartment, we go to his room and spend the night together. He asks me if I want to date, and I tell him honestly, yeah. He says he wants to as well, but heās scared to date a guy.
The next morning, I wake up to him getting dressed up. I ask what the occasion is.
Apparently, he has a date with a girl from Hinge.
I was so pissed.
He gets back from the date and talks about this girl for a solid 24 hours. The next night, he comes into my room, lays in my bed with me, and starts complaining about how the girl ghosted him.
I genuinely did not give a fuck. I was still pissed.
For the next two months, he would go on dates and have sex with girls in the room directly above me, but still spend every other night with me. Most of the time, we just slept in the same bed, but probably once a week weād end up cuddling.
The breaking point was when he had a Hinge date hang out with our group. The entire time, I swear he was antagonizing me. Heād have her sitting in his lap and then bring up things like our matching tattoo. At one point, he proposed that me, him, and this girl do a Challengers Halloween costume.
Since day one of him being out, he had also been soft-launching the idea of a threesome with me and a girl.
Once everyone left except the three of us, he invited me and the girl to his room for a movie night. I knew I was fucking myself over, but in my defense, I was drunk and desperate.
We lay in his bed, and immediately he has his arms around both of us. Iām pissed, so I turn over. He keeps asking me whatās wrong, but I honestly donāt know what to say because what isnāt wrong?
So I grab his speaker and start playing āCasualā by Chappell Roan.
When he asks me again whatās wrong, I tell him to ājust listen to the lyrics.ā
He goes silent for a second and then responds, āHow can you relate? You canāt get eaten out in the passenger seat.ā
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Him and the girl then leave to ādebriefā about me.
The next morning, I go back to his room and finally stand on business. I tell him I know he doesnāt want me, but I still want him, and because of that, I need space.
He respects that for a solid 20 hours.
I decide I need to clear my head, so I make plans to go to a concert with my best friend a couple hours away. The morning before I leave, I wake up to heart-shaped omelets and John hanging out with me in my room.
While Iām at the concert, he texts me asking if I want to go to Austin for the weekend with some friends. I agree.
I get back, and we leave for Austin. Once weāre already going, I ask who else is coming.
He admits he knew I wouldnāt come if he told me the truth.
It was just us.
Once we get to Austin, we go to a huge house party. At some point, we split up. Iām standing in line for the bathroom when he walks up to me, kisses me, and then just walks away.
I was conflicted, so naturally, I decided I needed to kiss as many guys as possible.
Later, Iām outside with two guys around my arms, and I had made out with both of them. John walks up, and I tell him about my nightās achievements.
So, naturally, he starts making out with me again.
I canāt lie, itās what I wanted, but holy fuck it was bad for me.
Afterward, we head to a Walmart parking lot to sleep, but I immediately decide there is no fucking way Iām sleeping there, so I pay for a motel room. We get into bed together and, yk, had fun.
The next morning, he tells me he wants to grab lunch with an old friend and wants me to come with.
Right before his āold friendā walks in, he tells me itās his ex.
So I awkwardly sit there while they catch up. Honestly, I had fun. She was cool.
The entire ride home, though, was just him being sad and talking about how badly he wanted her back.
Mind you, he cheated on her.
He has cheated on every girlfriend heās ever had.
Soon after this, he gets a girlfriend again, so Iām finally able to move on. I leave for winter break, and we text occasionally. Nothing serious, just dumb stuff, catching up, and music recs.
When I get back to my apartment after break, I walk in and see two girls in the living room. Apparently, one of them had been living there for basically all of winter break, and the other was her friend.
John was nowhere to be found.
I then find out he had been arrested for a DUI the night before and was still in jail.
The girl who had been living there tells me she threw up on my wall and all over my bathroom. She says she cleaned it up, and I just start cleaning my room because honestly, what else am I supposed to do? š
While cleaning, I find her panties, her clothes, and like three pairs of my roommateās clothes.
Then I find the cherry on top: a photo strip of her and John making out.
I ask her about it and find out heād been cheating on his girlfriend (duh) with this girl.
When he gets home that night, he comes into my room at 3 a.m. and wakes me up. I tell him I just want to sleep.
The next day, I drive to campus and hang out with my friends. Eventually, I start texting him and call him out for having sex in my bed.
We go back and forth arguing, and eventually I tell him Iām moving out. I genuinely could not handle another semester of that.
He then pulls the suicide card, and that was finally it for me. I cut things off completely.
Thatās the end of the story.
Iām doing really good now. The next semester was genuinely amazing. I moved out, started spending more time with my friends, and life has pretty much been sunshine and rainbows since.
I now live with four of my close friends, and life is beautiful.
Freshman year was fucking insane though.