I've been living with my girlfriend and it sucks

Before this I was a solo flyer. I did everything I wanted to do, I had a routine, my shit was clean and I was happy. I'm not dumb and I never really had issues finding dates, I was even married for about a year before my ex wife got pregnant and it was an instant wake up call to what women really are. That's a long story for another day, but anyway I ended up becoming a loner again because it was the best decision for me. <br><br>Enter my new girlfriend who I've been living with for a few months. I felt like she had a pretty normal life, she had her routine, she did her shit and kept the place clean, I was fine with that. She seemed cool at first and I didn't have many red flags so I took the plunge and moved in. I was mistaken, she is one of those women who has no idea how a house works, or how to clean. She lives in a delusion of men cleaning up after her and even though I'm not the squeaky clean type I still prefer my stuff to be in order. She's constantly fucking with my stuff and messing things up, she even took to wearing the same outfit everyday (I didn't even mind and thought it was fine, I wouldn't care if someone wore the same stuff everyday). She also has her own routine but it's a bad one, she never gets up before 11am on weekends, and it's a fight if I want to get anything done then. She's always fucking around with shit, she'll be in the kitchen and open 6 cabinets till she finds a cup or something. She even has the habit of fucking with my wallet and taking stuff out of it, it's a constant thing where I'm checking to see if something is missing. I had my routine but she always seemed to be in the way, and if I didn't do stuff how she wanted it I'd get lectured, even when it was my place. She also has her own thing where she can't stand to be alone, she's always talking on the phone and is always on my ass if I don't want to do anything. I had my own time and shit but it's non existent now because she has to be doing something, if I'm not doing it she's on my ass and I'd get lectured, again, it's my place. I even had the idea of her doing a schedule where she'd do the cooking and I do the cleaning and vice versa, but that idea was shot down and I was called controlling. <br><br>The biggest issue is how she's slowly trying to get me to move away from my own interests. She hates when I spend time with my son (who's about 5) because she doesn't really like kids and finds it a nuisance, even though I made it clear that he's my top priority. When I was playing a video game of mine she'd always sit next to me and talk, not talking but literally sitting there with her mouth closed. I asked her why and she said because she didn't like that I was playing and wanted to take the game away from me. I told her she could do whatever she wanted, but don't expect me to do anything if she does that. She always wants to be next to me and do things together, but they need to be her things and at her pace. Even if I'm tired from a long day at work, I'm not allowed to go to bed before her. <br><br>I'm not sure if I'm just getting used to living with her, but the longer it goes on, the more pissed I get. I had a life, I was happy, I was doing shit I liked, and it was all down the drain. I was just going through the motions because I thought it was a temporary thing, but now I feel trapped. I was starting to think she was the one and wanted to settle down, but I'm not sure anymore. I'm still stuck in the house till my lease is up, and I'm not sure what to do.