We didn’t notice roommate’s hoarding problem right away because she has, by far, the largest room. She subtly ‘contributed’ furniture to the household. Bookcases, end tables (5 of them!) an old desk. Then stored excess stuff from her bedroom on and in these items. Before long her collections dominated the house and her argument was that the stuff and furniture belonged to her and she could do what she pleased…even the 6 months worth of magazines she never read were not to be touched on ‘her’ coffee table or she’d throw a tantrum like a child. Seeing that she’s 25 years old I was not about to coddle her. I explained that I pay 1/3 of the rent and would like to have use of one third the space. Expectantly she said I couldn’t use her stuff and with second roomie’s backup we told her to take her shit out of the common area if she doesn’t want it used by anyone. We all know damn well it all wont fit in her room. She allowed us to clean the common room of her debris in exchange for allowing her to have two giant bookcases full of her stuff in there. The cases are an eyesore but apparently not the worst we have to endure, girl smells. I share a wall with the bathroom so I know she’s bathing every 1 to 2 but I also share a wall with the laundry and I’ve never seen her bedding washed. Let alone her curtains or window open. The smell is stale sweat and it is so bad it’s began to waft into the hall outside her door…which is right in front of the entrance. Just hits you when you walk in, I’m embarassed to have people over. Other roommate just walks guests straight to her bedroom to avoid the psycho’s clutter and stench.
I live in a four bedroom house, but after our 4th left we had an empty room. Come november, one roommate suggested a friend of his to live with us because she didn’t like living all alone and it lowers our rent to have all rooms filled. This girl started off polite, she too enjoys baking and claims to keep the kitchen clean. Fast forward five months, she has become “paleo” a diet where she cooks all her own food from fresh supplies and doesn’t clean up after herself. She makes eggs and bacon for breakfast very morning and leaves her dishes in the sink all the time. (I’ll add, I got food poisoning from bacon when I was a child and the smell makes me sick) She cooks more elaborate dinners that take hours of prep time, but can’t take the time to wash the stupid dishes. We don’t have a garbage disposal in the house either, and she consistently leaves food in the trap. Its gotten so bad that the sink smells rancid and our friends don’t like coming over. Because I can’t live with her again we’ve started the search for her replacement and she has refused to let us show her bedroom even though the landlord has claimed 24 hours notice is sufficient to show the room. I’ve cleaned the kitchen everyday for the past three days and everyday I get home from school and the counters and stove are a mess again. She has contacted the landlord about getting out of her lease early and moving out next month because she feels she can have whatever she wants, and her mother just bails her out of everything. The funniest part is that she wound up in that apartment alone because she couldn’t get along with her first roommate of college.
I swear I attract the worst people to live with, and I have thought maybe it’s me but it’s really not. So this girl is all around a filthy, immature, evil dirty little bitch. She purposely pees everywhere, steals, has her boyfriend come over to steal, and creates a mess just b/c she knows it will piss me off. She really thinks other people are supposed to pick up and clean up after her, and if you ask her to do it she will get mad.
Like how dare I ask you to clean your own mess so I don’t have to live in filth?? First of all I shouldn’t have to ask anyone. Yet she continues to create drama and a mess just so she can walk around with a smirk on her face knowing I’m mad about it. Unfortunately, we live in the dorms so there’s nothing anyone can do really besides kick her out and she refused to show up to any of the meetings in fear she will be kicked out. I just can’t wait to finally get my own space and never speak to this girl again. I’ve known her since grade school and I did feel like it was a bit of a bad idea to live with her, but I was really desperate and in a bad situation. Therefore she was my own option, and I cannot regret that more. She’s one of those people who walk around thinking they’re owed everything in life and do not have to work for anything when they can lie and steal. For all of you that have good roommates, consider yourself blessed or lucky. Not all of us get to have that! 🙂
Me and my boyfriend knew a girl who was moving out of her apartment, after being cheated on and we thought it would be nice to help her out for a few months.
Soon after the problems started. I shall call her MP. Now our apartment is not small at all, but with two peoples stuff already in it, there was not a lot of room left. I thought MP would just bring food and stuff for her bedroom. I was very wrong. MP crams as much stuff as possible into her room and our kitchen. We honestly have no room for any food in the fridge.
Now a year later, she has stopped paying us rent on time, and this last month she didn’t at all. We decided to evict her, but that didn’t go very well. Come trying to kick her out, she scream and rages psychotically saying that she will take us to court if we don’t let her stay till the end of the month. We gave her that, but shut off almost all the amenities to the apartment. Just a few more weeks left and MP will be gone, and will thankfully be our last roommate ever.
I’ve had about a dozen roommates, and have been exceedingly lucky with them. I’ve only had 2 bad ones. One was a 19-year old kid who worked a late shift and liked to party a lot since this was the first time he was out of the house. It was his place, so I just left. I actually liked the guy – he was really a good guy and with a great heart, but just couldn’t get enough sleep for my 9-5er.
The other one was a bear. I lived in a great place out in the boonies with a 360 degree view and a swimming pool. For a while, it was so ideal that I called it “Little Eden,” and couldn’t get enough of the place. I had a great roommate who was a super-cute and very cool 24-year old girl who was comfortable enough around me to go without clothes most of the time when the weather allowed. No problem by me…
However, we had one other room to rent. The landlord got desperate and tossed the first person in that could pay rent regularly. The new guy was a raging a-hole with the attitude and demeanor of a drill sergeant. Even though I’m very easy going, get along with everyone, and can’t think of anyone else in the whole world that I dislike, I hated him.
The first bad thing was that my roommate covered up. No more nakedness. Ug… Unfortunate, but expected around some new guy. Then, he started to fall for the 24-year old, even though he was in his early 50s and she had a boyfriend. I think that is why he had it out for me, even though I didn’t have it out for him, nor did I ever even think of dating the 24-year old.
He was OCD and had a violent streak that came out every now and then. One incident was when he thought I left out some towels to dry by the pool. It didn’t matter or make him stop yelling at me for leaving a mess after he learned that it was actually the 24-year old girl’s towels and not mine – he had it out for me and he couldn’t be stopped.
I couldn’t reason with him ever. I walked out of arguments almost daily. The straw that broke the camels back: less then a thimbleful of salsa in the sink that called a “mess.” That was it – nothing else. I had no problems cleaning up my “mess,” but I was still eating and had my quesadilla still in my hand as he screamed at me.
I stayed until my month’s rent was up, then I left. Just thinking of that jerk still gives me a pit in my stomach.
I ran into him randomly several months after I left. He said he moved out because the 24 year old made too much noise while having sex with her boyfriend. Then he said something like “I didn’t like how it turned out between the two of us, but you always left out a mess and you left your shit out on the porch all the time…” He kept rattling off a few other complaints to me. It was that moment that any last, tiny, lingering, little doubts that I had about the possibility of him being a sane human evaporated. I turned and walked away from him mid-sentence. Asshole.
My last roommate constantly had friends crash at our place. I would wake up early to go to work and have to crawl over bodies sleeping on my living room floor. They would usually be up until 5 am partying…which was lovely since I had to work in the morning.
The last straw was when one of her drunk friends crashed on the couch…and was so drunk he peed himself. He then tried to hide the fact by tucking the wet couch cover under and placing one of my blankets on top, which then got my blanket soaked in urine. Did he really think we wouldn’t notice? My couch was ruined and my roommate never gave me a cent to replace it. In fact, she didn’t even want me to say anything to her friend about the incident…cause she didn’t want him to be mad at her for bringing it up. Lovely! That is why I live alone now.
Man, I have so many crazy roommate stories. I could go on and on. I have had some good ones, but the bad ones really made me realize how the extra rent to live alone is so worth it.
Last year, “Chico” and I were barely a month into living in our (not-quite) 2-bedroom digs on Q Street when he sat me down one day for a little man-to-man chat. He proceeded to explain to me that the sober life just wasn’t for him and that he’d like to “drink socially”. Apparently, his problem was never alcohol, but crack cocaine…
Things proceeded from there. Despite what he had said about “not bringing it home”, there was a morning when I came downstairs and there was a guy I didn’t recognize passed out on the couch.
Then came the morning at 4:00 AM when I awoke to him banging on the front door smelling of booze and sporting an egg-sized lump on his face. He mumbled something about how he’d gotten “jumped”. So it was pretty obvious at that point that the “drinking socially” had become “smoking crack and god knows what else socially”.
Then he quit his job (or it quit him, who knows?) at some point and began spending most his time doing things not related to maintaining an income.
One day he called me at work. “You’re not gonna believe this,” he said. “Try me,” I replied. The power had been shut off at the apartment. The deal had been from the beginning that I would pay for cable and he would pay for power. Apparently, he hadn’t paid the power company a dime in the four months we’d been there. So, in what I knew was a huge gamble, I handed him $135 cash for “my half” of what was owed. The next day, he asked me for ANOTHER $135 — I didn’t give it to him. That night, with the power still not on, he muttered something vague about “Gotta go to Chico to get the money”.
I thought that Chico Einstein would at least be able to summon the wherewithal to get the power turned back on. Boy was I wrong. Because who needs air conditioning or even a fan in July in Sacramento…when you’ve got CRACK? So when it became apparent that the temperature was going to skyrocket and Genius had no intention of getting the power back on, I packed a bag and moved into a halfway house that a guy I knew ran. Hey — at least they had utilities. INCLUDING air conditioning!
Anyway, apparently the trip to “Chico to get that money” hadn’t been too successful, since in addition to not paying for power, Genius also didn’t pay his share of the rent for that month — $425. I found this out the same time that I found out that if I wanted the slumlords to give me any kind of good reference toward ANY future rental at all, I would have to come up with the money he didn’t pay, plus a full month’s additional rent, since they required 30 days’ notice for moving out. Plus, I thought that we paid first and last month’s rent when we moved in, but no. We paid first month’s rent plus a “security deposit”.
Anyway, total cost to me to be free of the situation — around $1100. If you count my share of the “deposit” that I’ll never see again (Chico was in jail last I heard), around $1500.
I’ve had my share of doozies.
Like the one who left 2 days before the 2nd month of rent was due without notice, and who hadn’t paid the first as it turns out, plus she’d borrowed my car and got a parking ticket and told me all about her fecal impaction stories (which, little did she know, makes me burst into song about psyllium). She was tame.
My other fun one announced, right after he handed me his rent and I’d written out a receipt, that he was a high-ranking druid priest who was on the run from his baby mama (technically not his kid, because this child was black and he and the ex were white, but he had been 18 and wtf, just put his name on the birth certificate) and also his wages were being garnished to pay for said kid.
My favorite was the bulimic white-bread Oregonian from McMinneville who was gone all day, ate beans and tomatoes for dinner, and after we’d all go to bed she’d hollow out my peanut butter so there was a thin slip on the walls so that I’d think it was still full.
I also apparently lived with a girl who was one of 17 youths pulled from a cult down in Melbourne, Australia. I just found that out when I googled her the other day after talking to my coworker about “crazy college roommates”. I’d always felt like this girl was a bit repellent (and felt guilty for thinking that way), but also felt very deeply sorry for her for some unknown reason. She never, to my knowledge, disclosed her past. And I slept inches away from her sad little story for 5 months.
That said, I’ve had some great roommies.
… since I lived with this person for a little over two years, she managed to rack up quite a few “hell stories.”
Firstly, she was the fattest, laziest, pessimistic slob I’ve ever met in my entire life. in the two and a half years that I knew her, I saw her wash dishes once: on the day we all had to move and she didn’t want to carry boxes downstairs.
She could eat $100 worth of fast food in one week! She dropped out of college and complained about having to work. She complained about back pain, she complained about being tired. She only worked five times a week and slept and watched TV in all of her “free time.”
All of her complaints were falling on the ears of her three roommates with full-time jobs and full-time college schedules. We feel so sorry for you, really.
She yelled at her sister for things that she did wrong, like lock herself out of the car. And to top it all off, she decided she wanted a pet dog… but never wanted to walk her. So she stayed in the kitchen and peed and pooped freely… but before that, the dog peed and pooped all over the carpet. The roommate was pissed that we would make her confine her dog to the linoleum.
When we finally did move out, she made us shampoo her carpet… claiming that the new roommate that replaced us was allergic to the cat.
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.