Terrible Roommate

Terrible Roommate

The Habitual Liar, Thief and Bitch

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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! 🙂

We had a yeller

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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.

A Jealous Mess

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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.

The stinky, slutty thief

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Throughout high school, I read all these horror stories about bad roommates and wanted to room with someone I knew in College. I had met this one girl through local school events and she seemed nice. We were the same major and had shared many interests and hobbies. (We will call her Shannon). Before college, Shannon and I went shopping together for dorm stuff. I ended up paying for most of everything, plus I continued to buy stuff for our dorm all summer.

When our families moved us in, her mom asked my mom if she needed to buy Shannon anything like toilet paper, ect. We were a little annoyed with the question because they didn’t bring anything like that for us. Anyways, her mom bought a few things and two microwaveable bowls to heat soups and stuff in, one for each of us. I brought my two favorite coffee mugs (not intending for her to use one, but Over the semester, Shannon would make Beefaroni and leave the dirty bowls for weeks. I used one of the bowls once to make cheese dip for BOTH of us. Other than the dip, those bowls grossed me out. When we moved in, we had to sign a “roommate agreement” form. The most important thing we agreed on was to ask before we used each other’s things. She broke this often.

While we were just chilling around the dorm one night, we were talking about our high school life and old friends. She explained how she was a bitch in high school and everyone was afraid of her. She kept going on about how good she felt every time someone called her a bitch. She actually told me this! That’s when I decided that I would do my best to put aside any roommate issues expecting things to be explosive if I ever confronted her. (which things were still explosive towards the end of the semester)

Shannon is a big moocher. Everything of mine was “both of ours” but everything of hers wasn’t anything I could really use. She didn’t bring much of anything both of us could use. During our first week on campus, she ate an entire bag of my goldfish. Normally this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but she brought a jumbo box of goldfish for “both of us” that she kept locked up in her closet. She did things like this on more than one occasion. She always claimed she didn’t eat deserts. I guess an entire pack of fudge cookies doesn’t count as a desert.. I often found a few of my drinks missing from the fridge. Besides food, she used my qtips. I walked in the room a few times to find piles of them on her desk.

In the beginning, her family gave us some cases of water (as did mine). However, her mom also gave her three empty gallon jugs for water because they were not going to continue supplying us with water bottles. My parents kept giving us bottles, which were mostly consumed by Shannon. Every time she was in the room or leaving, she would grab a bottle. (this will be brought up later)

While we were still settling in, she complained about my brown paper bag full of extra toiletries under the bathroom sink. While I was doing laundry one day, she took the liberty of “putting away” the contents of the bag even though I had nowhere to put them. Everything ended up on the floor where the bag was. She always complained that my room was messy. I did often have stuff piled up in a corner between my bed and closet, but you couldn’t really see it from the rest of the room. Meanwhile, Shannon always had a pile of clothes and hangers in the middle of the room. My boyfriend would always comment on her underwear and everything being in the middle of the room. Her clothes stunk too because she only showered about twice a week.

Shannon was also an avid pot smoker. I had smoked once before college and no intention of smoking in college. I am planning on being a teacher and I knew drugs could ruin me. However, Shannon got me to smoke with her. Before we started dating, I had a crush on my boyfriend; when things started to look promising, I quit smoking. She saw how successful I was at quitting, and attempted to quit a few times. We obviously had some issues we needed to talk about. Almost every time I tried to talk to her she was higher than a kite. Thus, we didn’t have the chance to talk about “us” This is about the time I realized she was not a good influence on me. She got me to smoke, I got her to quit.

Once I started dating my boyfriend, she got angry with me often over nothing and claimed it was because she was “coping with not having a boyfriend”.

Shannon is kind of a whore. I don’t know how many times she complained to me how everyone calls her a slut/whore. Yet, she would still go to parties and sleep with random guys. One time, she brought back a guy to the room, sat on her bed, and they both waited for me to fall asleep. I knew what was going on, so I pretended that I could not sleep and he eventually left. I don’t even remember his name.

Shannon doesn’t get along with anybody. Our friends across the hall can’t stand her (we’ll call them Hannah and Heather). The four of us used to be friends, but things changed when she caused problems in Hannah’s relationship with her boyfriend. Long story short: Shannon kept telling the boyfriend things that weren’t true about Hannah. He eventually broke up with her. When Shannon found out they broke up, she confided in me that Hannah did nothing wrong and it was all her fault. She then went on about how “good it felt to have a victim” and how she wished we could all be friends again. Of course Hannah had no interest in fixing their friendship. Heather was pretty disgusted with the whole situation, but she lost interest in Shannon’s “friendship” when Shannon told her that she needed space and was trying to find new friends. We were all confused at what she meant, but Shannon was even more confused when Heather actually gave her space. Shannon kept complaining that she had no friends and that she didn’t know what she would do without me. I felt a little bad and put my feelings aside for her. My boyfriend and Heather’s boyfriend can’t stand Shannon either. They even complain and joke about her! I find this funny, because guys usually stay clear of “girl drama”.

People outside of our “group” aren’t fond of her either. Not many people talked about her to me because I lived with her, but everyone else only had bad things to say about her. The few friends she had she would treat like crap. Not only would she say horrible things behind their backs, she would say mean things to them in person! (She told me she was hoping they would get the message that they were annoying her).

Shannon wasn’t only rude to friends and fellow students, she was rude to both of our parents. She would call her parents with me in the room and badger them. She put them on speaker so they “couldn’t argue back with her”. Instead they just hung up. One time while my parents were dropping off some stuff for us, Shannon was being rude to all three of us. My mom said “Well it looks like you want us to leave” and left. While they were walking down the hall, they could still hear Shannon complaining to me. My mom said something I’d love to mention: She mentioned that Shannon seemed sweet when she first met her, but it’s like she is two people now that she has gotten to know her.

In the words of my boyfriend: “Shannon is a thief”. One day while we were in our room, She handed us a handful of headphone jacks she has collected from the piano lab and told us we could pick one. Among the pile, Caleb found his jack that had gone missing. (Were music majors, and one of our classrooms is full of pianos. We need jacks to plug in our headphones. Shannon would go to class early and take any jacks that were there).

One day a sweet girl in our hall was missing her keys. She emptied her purse in front of her door looking for them, but left to find an RA that could let her back in her room. There was a $20 bill in the pile, and while Shannon and I were on our way to do laundry, Shannon took the $20 and gleefully laughed about it the rest of the day. Shannon also had a ton of jewelry that she claimed she stole from a store called Claire’s. She let me borrow earrings one time and said “if you don’t give them back to me, I’ll just steal another pair”.

— This is not even half of the “horror stories” but this is already pretty long so I’m going to round this up. —

Back to the water bottles: I asked her not to drink so many bottles because our supply was very low and she wasn’t contributing any bottles at all. She tried to say she didn’t drink many and I just kind of dropped it. (I had already made my point so she at least knew she needed to stop drinking so many). That night, she lay in bed next to me and started posting nasty things about me on twitter. She knew I could see her tweets, and I did. Now I’m not one to get into “internet drama”, but verbal communication wasn’t getting through to her; so I tweeted “I’m sick of people mooching off me and my family”and went to sleep. We talked the next day and we both decided that we couldn’t live together.

I am so happy to be rid of her!

We were best friends

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I was working with my best friend from high school and she so desperately wanted to move out of her parents house and I was already living on my own. We agreed to move in together and found a very nice 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom that was only a mile from our office. The day that we were moving in, she told me that she was pregnant. Not to worry I told her. She and her boyfriend can live here and we’ll worry about whether I stay or move out when the baby comes. Her boyfriend was a wannabe drug dealer, but mostly just a drug user. He brought his friends over to our place to get high all the time and on several occasions I would come home and the house would be trashed. They would also use my bathroom, which was in the hall, even though I told him several times that if his friends come over, they should use the master bathroom which is in his room. On New Year’s Eve 1998, I was spending the night out with my boyfriend. I came to my apartment briefly to pick up a few things and when I arrived the lights were out and they had strobe lights going. There was about 10 people in the living room laying on the floor completely cracked out of their minds. When I go in my room, it was trashed. Apparently, my roommates boyfriend thought I had food and drugs in my room and went on a rampage looking for it. In my bathroom, someone had done a little too much of whatever drug they were doing and got the aftermath raging throwing up. So there was spew all over my bathtub, toilet, in the sink and even on the walls.

My best friend and I never made it to the full 1 year. I found a replacement and moved out. We also aren’t friends anymore but this wasn’t the main cause of our break-up.

W.O.W

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College, senior year, and what was worst was that before we lived together he was one of my best friends.

He played World of Warcraft nearly every hour of every day and when he WASN’T playing World of Warcraft, he was setting videos of his guild fighting bosses in World of Warcraft to Viking metal music and playing them at maximum volume.

By graduation I couldn’t talk to him any more because he would constantly redirect the conversation towards World of Warcraft. It was like living with a male version of Alyson Hannigan’s character in the first American Pie, except instead of band camp it was World of Warcraft.

He dumped his girlfriend of six years (who was an absolutely wonderful girl, in my opinion) to date some girl he met in his guild. She lived in California, and when she came out to visit him during the last weeks of our senior year I couldn’t even sleep in my own bed because he was in our room loving her. Strangest person I think I’ve ever met–when I went to shake her hand to introduce myself, she flinched like she thought I was going to hit her.

I basically spent the last 4 months of my senior year just mocking him with my fellow housemates behind his back. He never noticed–and if he did, he never said anything. I haven’t spoken to him since I graduated. It’s probably for the best

Roommate Steals my Boyfriend

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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.