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I'm a college student from a fairly conservative school, so I live with fairly conservative roommates. This hadn't been an issue until I talked with them about my birth daughter. I'm not ashamed of her, there are photos of her in my room and I talk about her openly with friends and on social media. But somehow my roommates didn't realize I had a birth daughter until a few days ago. Since then, it's been very uncomfortable in the house. I feel like they're avoiding me, and I feel like they think I'm horribly irresponsible. They've gone so far as to say that I can't have my boyfriend over, and I feel like they think I'm going to get pregnant again. I don't feel like it's their place to try and impose rules on me, especially because I am at absolutely no risk of getting pregnant because I'm currently abstinent. They refuse to have a conversation with me about this. It's become so tense and stressful in my home that I no longer feel welcome, and am considering moving out. I can handle strangers judging me and saying mean things about my being a birth mom, but not the people I live with. Is it worth losing a great deal on rent to feel better?
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They aren't your parents. They need to act like roommates or THEY need to move out. They are overstepping the boundaries of a roommate relationship, if they are doing things they forbid you to do (Have your boyfriend over). Honestly, I wouldn't give them a chance to 'talk about it' -- I'd tell them that it's none of their business and they don't dictate what you can and can not do, outside of the 'roommate relationship' and if THEY are uncomfortable with it, they can find another place to live!This is some BIGTIME BS. Do NOT take it. It is not your responsibility to make them comfortable. This infuriates me. Like I am LIVID sitting here reading this. I want to freakin scream! UGH! Seriously, like I CAN NOT let this go. I would have to throat punch someone.
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Throat punching sounds like a good idea right about now ߘ. Now they are saying they want to "compromise" and kick him out after 10 pm (even if we are being quiet and in my room) because they're straight up "concerned" about me getting pregnant. This guy is a sweet little Mormon, there's no way that would happen and their "concern" is none of their business. I want to tell them they can move out if they don't like it, but they've all been living here longer than me. It makes me so mad. If they knew the whole story they wouldn't judge me at all, but now they won't even let me talk when I bring up my birth daughter so it's just pointless. I refuse to be ashamed.
Throat punching sounds like a good idea right about now ߘ. Now they are saying they want to "compromise" and kick him out after 10 pm (even if we are being quiet and in my room) because they're straight up "concerned" about me getting pregnant. This guy is a sweet little Mormon, there's no way that would happen and their "concern" is none of their business. I want to tell them they can move out if they don't like it, but they've all been living here longer than me. It makes me so mad. If they knew the whole story they wouldn't judge me at all, but now they won't even let me talk when I bring up my birth daughter so it's just pointless. I refuse to be ashamed.
Last update on October 12, 10:05 pm by Yve Brown.
The roommates are all girls who are a few years younger than I am, and were all fairly sheltered. I didn't know them before I moved in. I'd like to pass of their assumptions as simply being naive, but that still doesn't excuse the rather rude behavior. When I moved in they had all been living there for a few months, so they were pretty established. However, these "rules" are need to me. We didn't discuss anything like curfews before I moved in, or I would have found somewhere else. I'm about to graduate college with two bachelor's degrees, I don't need to be given a curfew. The place is month to month, so I can move out whenever I want with or without notice. The only real issue with me moving out is that I get an incredible deal on rent, and I would rather not pay extra someplace else. When I got pregnant I was 17 years old. The father was 24. Those were some dark days, and he didn't always listen when I said no. I was dealing with some past trauma as well, and had not yet been diagnosed with the mental illness I have. I think if the roommates understood a little better they wouldn't be so hard on me. But even if it had simply been my being unsafe and irresponsible, it's not their place to try and make rules for me. I don't think any amount of explaining will help. They've talked about how they don't believe that any type of mental illness is a "real thing", and that those diagnosed need to just "get over it". They also don't understand abusive relationships and how they can get in your head and make you feel like you can't leave. But all of this was years ago. Since then I've come such a long way. I got out of the relationship and got the help I needed. I am doing very well career and education wise, and I am a great friend. I'd like to be a friend to them, but they're not allowing me to be. That's their loss. This young man and I have been seeing each other for around 6 months, and I do trust him . That says a lot about him because of what I've been through. He has never even tried to push the envelope as far as anything that might hurt me or make me uncomfortable. He's very protective of me, so he's upset with my roommates and wants to talk with them. I don't think that's a good idea.
The roommates are all girls who are a few years younger than I am, and were all fairly sheltered. I didn't know them before I moved in. I'd like to pass of their assumptions as simply being naive, but that still doesn't excuse the rather rude behavior. When I moved in they had all been living there for a few months, so they were pretty established. However, these "rules" are need to me. We didn't discuss anything like curfews before I moved in, or I would have found somewhere else. I'm about to graduate college with two bachelor's degrees, I don't need to be given a curfew. The place is month to month, so I can move out whenever I want with or without notice. The only real issue with me moving out is that I get an incredible deal on rent, and I would rather not pay extra someplace else. When I got pregnant I was 17 years old. The father was 24. Those were some dark days, and he didn't always listen when I said no. I was dealing with some past trauma as well, and had not yet been diagnosed with the mental illness I have. I think if the roommates understood a little better they wouldn't be so hard on me. But even if it had simply been my being unsafe and irresponsible, it's not their place to try and make rules for me. I don't think any amount of explaining will help. They've talked about how they don't believe that any type of mental illness is a "real thing", and that those diagnosed need to just "get over it". They also don't understand abusive relationships and how they can get in your head and make you feel like you can't leave. But all of this was years ago. Since then I've come such a long way. I got out of the relationship and got the help I needed. I am doing very well career and education wise, and I am a great friend. I'd like to be a friend to them, but they're not allowing me to be. That's their loss. This young man and I have been seeing each other for around 6 months, and I do trust him . That says a lot about him because of what I've been through. He has never even tried to push the envelope as far as anything that might hurt me or make me uncomfortable. He's very protective of me, so he's upset with my roommates and wants to talk with them. I don't think that's a good idea.
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You make a good point when you say it's potentially out of the frying pan and into the fire. The added financial burden may not be worth it. Since the apartment is month to month, I didn't sign any kind of contract- all I do is pay my rent and the landlord has no problem. So they have no legal leg to stand on. All they can really do is be cold to me, which at this point is what's happening. It's sad that this is happening- it's petty and shows a lack of understanding about how real life works. But I will still be strong. People can think what they want, it doesn't matter. I'll be proud to be a birth mom until the day I die.