Okay, Terrible Roommate! My ex-boyfriend and I had an 18-year-old roommate, fresh out of her Momma’s house and working 13 hours a week at Domino’s (I did not approve this selection). She became obsessed with my boyfriend, insisting that they have “private talks” in her room for hours after we had been working all day. He not only placated her, but eventually decided that we (both his and my paychecks went into the same bank account) could afford to pay her share of the rent as well. I went to visit my hometown for a week (wonder why I was getting homesick?) and when I came back my boyfriend informed me that the roommate had professed her love for him, but that he “dealt with it.” The last straw was when she claimed to have an addiction to my anxiety medication, and told my boyfriend that it could not be in the house, even hidden, because she would find it and take the whole bottle. He responded by flushing my prescription down the toilet. It was around then that I decided to move back home, for which my boyfriend tried to make me feel guilty so I got rid of him too. This all happened in the space of four months.