Do you have your own space that you can retreat to that he cannot enter?
I would completely isolate myself from this guy if I were you. Keep all of your own possessions in your own personal space. Even your soap and toothbrush and toiletries. Always clean up after yourself and never mention any of his messes. Eventually he will notice you withdrawing and will more than likely bring it up. When he does this, play dumb and act like he's being sort of clingy. He'll be taken aback and wonder why you don't like him anymore. Get him to a place where he wants to please you. After some time, he will eventually not only start cleaning up his own messes, but he'll start cleaning up after you too - and with no complaints.
Then, one night, you slip into his room while he's sleeping, you stab him several times until he stops struggling. Contact me via pm for what to do from here.
Or.... just sit down with this dude and talk this stuff out like adults. If you absolutely can't do this - some people refuse to give any ground when it comes to issues like this - the first part I typed out will totally work, minus the murder part. That's not a good idea. But seriously don't resort to manipulating him unless it is absolutely necessary.
Just talk it out with him. Sit down and let him know you want this to work and ask him to figure out a system with you or something. Maybe you clean Monday, Wednesday and Friday and he takes Tues, Thurs, Saturday or something. Sunday, however, is the Lord's day. We don't work on the Lord's day, buddy.
I would completely isolate myself from this guy if I were you. Keep all of your own possessions in your own personal space. Even your soap and toothbrush and toiletries. Always clean up after yourself and never mention any of his messes. Eventually he will notice you withdrawing and will more than likely bring it up. When he does this, play dumb and act like he's being sort of clingy. He'll be taken aback and wonder why you don't like him anymore. Get him to a place where he wants to please you. After some time, he will eventually not only start cleaning up his own messes, but he'll start cleaning up after you too - and with no complaints.
Then, one night, you slip into his room while he's sleeping, you stab him several times until he stops struggling. Contact me via pm for what to do from here.
Or.... just sit down with this dude and talk this stuff out like adults. If you absolutely can't do this - some people refuse to give any ground when it comes to issues like this - the first part I typed out will totally work, minus the murder part. That's not a good idea. But seriously don't resort to manipulating him unless it is absolutely necessary.
Just talk it out with him. Sit down and let him know you want this to work and ask him to figure out a system with you or something. Maybe you clean Monday, Wednesday and Friday and he takes Tues, Thurs, Saturday or something. Sunday, however, is the Lord's day. We don't work on the Lord's day, buddy.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
