I wanted a two bedroom place. He wanted three bedrooms. This, I wasn't that enthusiastic about. The idea of having a room dedicated to video games and our musical instruments is cool and all, but is it really necessary? Is it really worth paying the extra rent for something like that?
Mikey thinks so. That's why I let him pay the extra money for the rent for that room (though, ironically, it's mostly my stuff that's in there).
I was okay living in a one bathroom place. But Mikey wanted a two bathroom place. Once he proposed the idea of us each having our own bathroom, I began to prefer this idea as well. Mikey is a big guy. I don't really feel like sharing a shitting space with him. We'll each have our own bathroom which we will be responsible for everything that goes in there and all the cleaning done in these bathrooms.
Almost immediately, though, Mikey started using my bathroom. It kind of makes sense in his point of view. His bathroom is in the master bedroom (he, obviously rents out the master bedroom). My bathroom is the guest bathroom. Or what you could call the "main" bathroom in the hallway that everyone who came over would use. So since this is the main bathroom, it makes sense that it would be the default bathroom to go to.
He began using my bathroom only for taking his shits. Why? My bathroom has a fan in it. His doesn't.
Get over it, buddy. My bathroom has a fan, yours has a giant window. That's the way it is.
Pretty quickly, it became obvious that the toilet paper, hand soap, and candles were being used up twice, three times as fast as in his bathroom. This is an issue with me that I still haven't brought up to him. When we have our next big blowout, I'll be sure to bring it up.
The other issue with this is that he never offers to clean my bathroom. Hell, he's never even remotely cleaned his own bathroom. Why would he help clean mine, even though he always uses it?
I came home the other day, he was gone to work already. I went into the bathroom lifted the seat and saw something gross. He had clearly taken a dump in this toilet. Though he had flushed, there were still little flakes and particles of crap still floating in the water. And on the seat was a liquid substance that I still cannot identify. It's a yellow-ish color, but it's also slightly tea-colored. So either it's his urine and his kidneys are failing, or it's something that dripped out of his asshole. Here's a picture of it (also, not pictured, is a collection of lint from his asscrack that came off as he was sitting on it that he didn't clean off...this happens frequently):
I took this picture. Picture messed it to him on his phone and asked, "What the fuck is that?" He still hasn't responded.
Well I'd be damned if I was going to sit on that toilet. Even after cleaning it. Whatever that is requires some heavy duty disinfectant work and a blessing from a priest. I decided, hey. He uses my toilet. I'll go use his.
But to my dismay, I think I may have discovered the reason why he now uses my bathroom only and never uses his own toilet. Here's another picture. This one is of the toilet in his bathroom.
Now, this isn't the first time I've seen that sight. Every once in a while, whenever he takes what he considers a "good shit", he'll take a picture of it and send it to me. About three weeks ago, around the time the aluminum can incident occurred, he sent this to me saying, "Beat that, Burnout". The only difference is, there was still fecal matter in the bowl in the picture. Apparently he had farted while he was pooping and it sprayed some on the side of the bowl. That "spray" is what is pictured here. It has been three weeks since he sent me that picture, and his fecal paint is still sprayed in the bowl of his toilet.
Now I don't blame him for always using my bathroom. I clean my bathroom twice a week. Sometimes three if I'm bored and feel compelled to do so. My bathroom is always clean so he wouldn't have to deal with stuff like this. Hell, if, every time I opened my toilet I looked at shit spray in the toilet bowl, I wouldn't want to use it either. I'd rather use a public restroom at a truck stop.
So he's never cleaned his bathroom, and certainly never cleaned mine even though he now uses it constantly. I run out of toilet paper twice as fast as he does and have to buy new soap every two to three weeks.
This is another example of his extreme laziness. He uses my bathroom not only because it's cleaner, but because it's closer to the living room where he almost always resides. That bathroom is closer. So he uses it.
This is getting ridiculous. We got a two bathroom house for a reason. Use your own. And keep your bodily fluids on your side of the house. Get over the fact that your bathroom is further away from the living room. Take an extra 5 steps through the hallway to get there.
I don't care how messy you are, or how infrequently you clean. Any decent, civilized human being, if they spray their shit in their toilet, they clean it immediately! That's fucking disgusting!
He needs to stop using my bathroom. Plain and simple. What's the point of having a two bathroom house if only one bathroom gets used?
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