My husband and I were looking for our own place, when his best friend, Pat, came to us saying that he had no place to stay and asked if we would rent a two-bedroom house with him. Reluctantly, we agreed.
After a month, he moved in his girlfriend, Amanda, of three weeks. We were OK with that and were friends for while. She asked us if her brother could move in. He was just released from prison for rape and had nowhere to go. We did not know him so we said no, this is when everything started.
She began leaving her wet clothes in the washer for days, until I had to do their laundry every week in order to do ours. She never cleaned, and I washed all of their dishes. Me and my husband were getting fed up, so we moved our food into our room so they would stop taking ours without asking.
I began washing my own dishes and left theirs in the sink until they decided to do them. I stopped picking up their dog’s poop, which they never cleaned. Apparently, this made our roommates mad, because now they had to clean up their own mess. I was cleaning out the fridge one day and I threw away 7 days old raw brownie mix that had presumably gone bad, my roommate flipped. She messaged me on Facebook, wrote on the fridge, and the wall to not touch her stuff. Then she threw away most of our food in the freezer and fridge, because when I threw away her brownie mix it “gave her permission to throw my stuff away.”
Well, we moved out the following day and took everything that was ours, including the washer and dryer. And our roommate took our car, which was still legally in his name even though we have been paying for it. We will never have roommates again, we lost our car at the time, our house, and friendship. We learned our lesson.