The first day in the house I went into the bathroom, and I noticed that the bathroom cabinet was CRAMMED with psych meds. CRAMMED I tell ya.
She was a total slob… unreal… never cleaned anything, and she had two cats. She’d wear clothes reeking of sweat and covered in cat pee. She would shower once a week for 5 minutes and there would be an ALLUVIAL FAN of dirt on the bottom of the bathtub. She was bulemic and would eat, like, a whole pizza at a sitting. She ate mayonnaise out of the jar. She was so gross I pretty much stopped eating. It got to the point where I would eat, like, a packet of ramen a day.
The kitchen was FILTHY. The thing that basically pushed me over the edge into semi-anorexia was the time I went to go get a bowl off the dish rack. There was a piece of cellophane draped over the top of the clean dishes. I went to go move it and realized TO MY HORROR that it was the plastic wrap from a styrofoam tray of raw chicken.
One day I knocked her toothbrush onto the floor by accident. I went to go pick it up, and hesitated…. I decided it would be a good experiment… 5 DAYS WENT BY BEFORE SHE NOTICED. 5 FUCKIN’ DAYS.
Another time she cooked some fish, whole trout. She left the raw fish head sitting on top of the garbage overflowing out of the garbage can. I woke up the next morning and the fish head was on the floor next to my bed. I got so angry I took it and threw it under her bed. As far as I know, she never found it.