My girlfriend and I broke up…. things had just kind of wound down between us, so we thought we could be friends and still live together. We had a house and a third roommate and we had pretty different schedules, so we didn’t think it would be a problem.
Well, she kind of went on a rampage, and was sleeping with guys she’d pick up on the street. Mostly she didn’t bring them home, so she wasn’t rubbing my face in it. But then I did get a new girlfriend, and she would come over occasionally, and this must have really pissed off my old girlfriend.
Somehow, she found a guy—a gay guy, no less (our other roommate was gay, fwiw), and at first he was just staying with her, but then he didn’t go away. Then he was a roommate we hadn’t bargained on, and he was doing weird shit to our house, like baking pine boughs in the over, thinking they might scent the house. The boughs burn, idiot. Duh. I came home to find wood smoke filling the whole house.
At one point, we started fighting. At first it was yelling matches, and then, finally, one day, it rose to violence. I’m never violent. But I was then. So my other roommate got together with me and his boyfriend, and we told them they had to be out… I don’t know, we might have given them a few days.
I think my ex was using this foundling as a way to get back at me. He ruined my favorite records. He pretty much destroyed everything he laid his hands on. Made our lives miserable, and she refused to do anything about it.
These things are weird. I think it is very difficult to live with an ex. It’s as difficult as it is to co-parent with an ex-spouse. You have to be calm and play fair and inevitably someone doesn’t and once the bad feelings get going, they just don’t seem to stop.
I guess my answer to this question is that I really don’t think ex-couples do live together. At best, it’s a temporary thing. Often, it’s much worse.