A few years after I started college, I decided to move into my (now ex-) boyfriend’s house. He and four of his friends lived there (all guys), and I had spent a lot of time there already and got along well with everyone. I didn’t realize when I moved in that things would change so drastically. As to be expected when a lot of people live together, it was messy. But eventually, it got out of control. Being the only girl in the house, I was suddenly somehow responsible for cleaning up everyone’s mess. It was so bad that I started finding “lost” moldy dishes hiding under the couch because no one wanted to wash them.
The mess was pretty bad, but things got really weird when my boyfriend’s best-friend got jealous of our relationship. He would demand a certain amount of time with my boyfriend each day for their “bonding,” so I tried to be understanding and left them alone. He started asking to hang out with us constantly, and inviting himself along when we went out. He even started randomly picking fights with me, and accusing me of stealing his stuff. On one occasion, my boyfriend and I went out of town for a few days and later heard from our other roommates that he had slept in our bed while we were gone. Creepy.
Needless to say, moving in together turned out to be a bad decision for us and I moved out. Thank God I dodged that bullet.