I had a mechanic who regularly worked on my car- real nice guy, a bit of a stoner but that didn’t bother me. He was working on my car one afternoon in my driveway when he asked if I knew anyone renting an apartment. I said that my roommate would be moving out in a month if he wanted to sublet the second bedroom from me and he said fine. First day there he asked me if it was okay if he put a book case in the living room for his DVD collection. I said no problem and off to work I went. When I got home, I not only found a huge bookcase loaded with DVD’s, he had also hooked up a DVD player to my TV and moved a pretty ratty looking recliner into the room. Then he proceeds to show me his DVD collection. Over 300 DVD’s total and every last one of them was porn. Straight porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, fetish porn- you name it he had it. I helped him move in a few more boxes and unpack then he cooked us a late dinner, we had a few beers and talk awhile. Around 9:30 he heads to his bedroom, takes a shower then comes out about a half hour later in his bathrobe. I was sitting on the couch reading (never have been a big TV watcher) and he walks over to the DVD collection, puts one in the player, says “You mind?” and sits in his recliner and starts watching a porn. About fifteen minutes later, I put down my book, look over to tell him I’m heading off to bed and what is he doing? He has his robe open, the recliner kicked back and he’s masturbating right in front of me! I say “I’ll give you some privacy- Good Night” and he just smiles and says “That’s okay” and continues on. Off to bed I went. The next night? The same thing- he showers, comes out in his bathrobe, puts a DVD in the player and starts masturbating to porn again – only this time he says “You gonna stay up and watch with me?” I replied “That’s okay” and off to bed I went. Same thing the next night- at which point I asked him if he did this every night. He says “Yeah, it helps relieve the stress and gets me to sleep better.” As I was usually about ready for bed about the time he came out of the shower I just let it go- no harm done to me, anyway. Then came the kicker. Sunday afternoon I headed off to some friend’s house for a birthday party, telling my roommate I’d be back around nine that evening. He says “Have fun!” and off I go. I got back a little earlier than expected and when I walk in the apartment, there’s a bag of weed and a bong on the coffee table, a porn in the DVD and my roommate and two other guys I had never seen before all watching the porn with their pants on the floor in front of them and masturbating. My roommate, without batting an eye, says “Hey- have a bong hit and join us if you want!” I politely declined and said I was going to my room to read. The next day I asked him if he was gay, as when I came in the night before they had a gay porn playing- and why else would he be masturbating with two other guys? He said no, he wasn’t but that one of the guys there was. So I ask him if he regularly whacks off with other dudes and he tells me that every Sunday night he has “some buddies” over and they all get stoned and masturbate while watching pornos. Okay… then he says that sometimes the other guys fool around with each other, but he never does that, and asks me if I mind. Now he wasn’t a young guy. He was 45 years old. I was 30 at the time. I didn’t know what to say, so I just said I’d just stick to reading in my bedroom Sunday nights. The next Sunday evening, he has three buddies over. At one point, I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen to find two of the guys 69’ing on my couch… Great. Gay orgies in my living room every Sunday. The straw that broke the camel’s back was about a month and a half later. FIVE other guys- two of whom were having anal sex in my kitchen. The next morning, I find skid marks from one of the guys sitting bare-ass on my white couch. There was semen all over the wall behind the couch. Someone had knocked over the bong and there was bong water soaked into the carpet. There were a couple used condoms on the coffee table. I told my roommate he had until the end of the week to pack up and get the hell out.
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.
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!
Well I’ve been reading all these terrible experiences people have had to try and help me relax about my own but now i find myself envying some of you for having it so easy.
I moved out to Alberta to start establishing myself with a few friends who claimed to have the same idea. My friends at the time were so broke that they couldn’t afford food, gas or rent so I covered it so I could be in a good atmosphere for my first move. Since i moved i have discovered that they are both spoiled, lazy, filthy stoners to say the least. Now where to begin..
Every single day I come back from 13 hour shifts to find that the house looks like a hurricane hit it. I cleaned it up again and again because I hate living in a house that looks like this. Do I get a thanks? No.. All they say is “you shouldn’t have cleaned it man I was going to.” Well cheers to you buddy!
Anyways I tried suppressing my aggression and testing my patience by leaving the mess, but no it doesn’t get cleaned just gets filthier. Worse yet, nobody but I has taken out the garbage to the dumpster (30 feet from front door) and garbage has been piled to the point that you can’t tell that there’s even a bin there. After a week I couldn’t handle it and got the same response when I cleaned it; “now (other roommate) won’t learn to clean up.” They’re not dogs, it should be out of respect that you do so.
Also i come home to my Xbox, tv and all the lights left on, on in a daily basis. This is always accompanied by beer bottles, cigarette butts, dirty dishes and bongs all over the floor. I ask them to be more respectful but both say that they always clean up. It shocks me how they expect me to believe this total bs.
Next! Landlord clearly states no Pets but one of my roomies adopts the most disobedient and energetic dog. The first I hear of this is when I walk in the door after work. But he’s too lazy to take it out for walks so it just shits And pisses in the basement all the time. So downstairs is a total minefield if dog shit and its been weeks and he hasn’t cleaned one turd up yet.
I bought brand new batteries and razors. A 60 dollar expense and I get home to find half a pack missing from each item. On top of that I found my one of a kind Oakley crowbars face down on the floor. I then found out he filled the cloth bag with rice to dry his iPhone out that he dropped in the toilet!!
They’re too lazy to buy food so they just get pizza delivered all the time. I open the fridge one day to find half my groceries I bought not 12 hours previous is half gone. To top that off there’s a note on the fridge saying “blah blah don’t eat my food, buy it with your own money blah blah” I’m the only one who has any money or food in the fridge. There’s certainly nice amount of booze in there though.
Whenever I ask one of them about why my stuff is taken out of my room and laying around the floor they both just blame it on each other.
I sleep all day because I work all night and quite often one of them will come in, wake me up and complain about issues that have nothing to do with me.
I have probably left so much out but whenever I try to address these issues I get yelled at. When I don’t accept that response I get throttled and threatened physically.
I’m probably leaving so much out but there’s only so much I can unload upon you.
Anyone In Calgary looking for a room mate?
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.
The first roommates I ever had were two sisters. The 3 of us rented a 3 bedroom in a nice complex in Marietta, GA. While one sister was nice, responsible and clean, the other sister was loud, filthy and frankly a big pain in my arse. She had a habit of taking prescription pills and then drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol or wine. One day my boyfriend and I came back to my place and found my roommate passed out on the living room couch. In her left hand was a burnt out cigarette. In her right hand was a 1/2 full glass of wine. She was completely nude and on her inner thighs and lower stomach was what appeared to be smeared blood. I started yelling her name and she wouldn’t wake up. I slapped her cheeks a few times and still no waking up. She was mumbling something but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I called her sister and asked what I should do. The sister said to call 911. I called 911 and of course, 3 cops cars, 1 ambulance and 1 fire truck show up. In a matter of minutes there were 9 members of the Cobb County Law Enforcement standing in my living room. One man called out my roommates name and she immediately woke up. When she did, she started screaming like she was in the most excruciating pain. She threw her wine glass at the men and jumped up and charged at them. Mind you, she’s still naked at this point. She demanded to know who called them and once she found out that it was me, she charged at me. It took 3 men to tackle her and the whole time she was screaming that she was going to kill me and used every curse word and bad name in the book. The policemen said it was probably a good idea that I leave for a bit because it might not be too safe. They kept trying to have the medical team check her out but she didn’t want anyone touching her. I’m not sure what ever happened at the end. I stayed with my boyfriend and 1 week later, I moved out.
Acid-trip Anita: every Monday, I’d return to our dorm room to find her tripping, usually surrounded by 40s of Highlife… She lasted one semester. Great way to kick off my freshman year!
I haven’t had a room mate since then, come to think of it…
We had a guy living in the Group House, mid 30’s, heavy drinker, had a good job as a support person at the World bank. He also played Classical Guitar so well that you would swear you were listening to a recording. This fellow, though, was very disturbed. One evening, as my Roomie and I had dates whom we were entertaining in the living room prior to going out to dinner, this roommate emerged from the basement, stark naked, dripping semen from his hands, exclaiming that he had just had sex with “Demons” He was removed the next day, his brother came to help him move out. He was sent to a rehabilitation facility, later, he became the first of any of my roommates to actually own a house – a townhouse in Manassas, so I suppose the rehab time allowed him to get his shit together…..
I lived with two girls in a townhouse. One of them lost her job a few months after we moved in and refused to get a job, instead she took handouts from her dad and she made extra money by whoring herself to old men at the Motel 6 in Arlington Heights. But she used the money to buy drugs instead of paying her rent. She started intercepting our utility bills and hiding them. She would disappear for days and neglect her dog, who pissed and shit all over the living room. Eventually I had to install a lock on my door because I found out she was breaking in looking for money and stealing my shit. We asked her on multiple occasions to leave but she refused. My other roommate was so pissed that she broke into her room and urinated all over the bed. Finally we shut off the electricity in the house and that finally got her out.
Junior year, I moved into an apartment with 3 close friends. One turned into a COMPLETE party animal. Her routine consisted of snorting coke for lunch and dinner and then fucking a new guy everyday. The problem is she fucked every guy friend we had. It was insane. It didn’t matter if they had a girlfriend, if she wasn’t attracted to him, she’d fuck them all. It became reeeeally awkward because every guy we knew fucked her. And there were sooo many guys.
She also had a habit of walking around completely nude when we had guests over. I would be in the living room studying with a classmate, and she would walk out naked, humming a Mariah Carey song.
We finally had a house meeting and called her out on everything. She didn’t change her ways, but we cut all ties. It’s weird because prior to that year, she was a completely different person.