Worst roommates!

Many of us have had that roommate that drives us crazy. Without naming anyone, what was the thing they did that drove you the most crazy?

For me, it was leaving their dirty dishes in the sink, assuming someone else (me) would clean up after them.

I lived with 3 girls, who over a span of 1.5 years stopped cleaning up after themselves because they knew I would do it for them, and stopped buying basic groceries (milk, eggs, juice, butter, etc.) because they would eat mine instead... So I was spending all of my free time cleaning and buying groceries (making a trip at least every other day). While all of this was going on, 2 of these girls were constantly making fun of me and insulting me behind my back (one had been my best friend for 10 years before we were living together and the other was her friend -- this was the ringleader). They'd go so far as to gossip about me in the living room while I was home, so if I came out of my room, they'd all fall silent. The "best friend" roommate had a boyfriend who jumped on this bizarre bandwagon and would spend tons of time at our place. Any interaction I had with him was him screaming at me for not getting to the front door in time to let him in, or calling me ignorant because I put sausage (it was chicken sausage in a non-pork casing) in a stir fry that I made for everyone and he's Jewish, or mimicking MY MOM because she didn't hear him say something the first time, etc. It got so bad (and my roommate refused to "get involved") that I finally forbade him from coming over, but guess who was the bad guy then. So I had to accept him back into the house after only a few weeks, and his awful behavior toward me picked right back up where it left off.

I finally had enough and moved out, and this is the punch line. After I moved out, the "ringleader" realized how crazy and rude my "best friend" roomate's boyfriend was and didn't want him around anymore, and my "best friend" realized that the "ringleader" was a real b**** who always needed someone to target and ostracize. That and their apartment became a total mess and they never had groceries hahaha. "Best friend" roommate profusely apologized to me a year later for everything that happened. She is the one my poem Crabs is about, so there you have it.

Forgot to mention I was the one responsible for collecting and paying rent and utilities. The ringleader roommate still owes me money for utilities. I'll never see that money.
If that's not enough, before I moved out, she put a lock on my mom's bicycle (I was borrowing it during college) and proceeded to ride it into the ground for months after I left. She ignored my calls and texts about picking it up. One day my friend Matt went with me (my champion!) to pick up my bike. The new roommate let me in and Ringleader roommate gave me the key to unlock the bike all while screaming at me for coming over unannounced, then she literally chased us out of the apartment and slammed the door. That's the last I ever saw her.
My bike chain was broken and the new tires I had put on had no tread, so I had to pay to fix everything before giving the bike back to my mom.

Such a nightmare.
I had one other bad roommate (extremely messy and took $300 of my money), but almost all of my ex roommates have been wonderful. I've had a lot. Now I live with my boyfriend and I'm never going back to living with anyone else ever again.

Jane, that sounded like a real mare.

Glad you are happy now. No doubt that cowbag will have a visit from Karma one day.

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Now, I have been thinking about this and can only concede that I was the worst room mate.

I lived with my band mates back in the day and I was the one that was a pain in the arse.

I found that I became bored fairly easily, this led to a few pranks to keep me amused.
When our rhythm guitarist moved in, we went out for a drink to celebrate. I knew it was going to be a long night and the one thing you need after a long night is your bed. So during the drinks I sneaked home and glued my bandmates mattress to the wall. I also put prawns under the floorboards in his room. (After a few weeks it didn't smell very nice.)
That night in the early hours I heard some curse words from the room next door when he discovered where his mattress was. (he didn't appreciate the effort it took to glue it to the wall)

This is one of a few things I did to various room mates over the years.

I suppose I have been lucky over the years that I haven't had any problems with room mates over the years.

(they just had problems with me)

Jane and Darren, one word should bring comfort to one & trepidation to the other: Karma

I don't mind my dog waking me up when she needs to take care of business , but I sometimes get annoyed when she wants me to scratch her back at four in the morning if I am asleep at that hour . lol

But ya homegirl leaving for college in Europe for 3 weeks to live with a roomie

some positivity please

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darn Jane 1.5 years? thats a lot i wouldda beaten the crap out of everyone

I was the only one to re-sign the lease for a second year (because I thought everyone else was leaving and I could get better roommates), but only the nice girl left and the other two (best friend and ringleader) decided to stay last minute. I tried to stick it out for awhile longer because I was emotionally beaten down and depressed -- too weak to help myself. I had never been in a bad living situation before and kept thinking it would get better.

It took winter recess and reaching my breaking point for me to bust out of the situation. In 3 weeks, I found someone to sublet, signed a new lease for a 2 bedroom apartment, and found a stranger to live with me, who turned out to be amazing! Needless to say I was traumatized from my recent experience and tried to keep my distance, but she was incredibly sweet, always contributed, paid rent/utilities on time, and cleaned up after herself. My next 2 housemates were awesome as well (one is still a close friend). The one after that was manipulative, took my money, and was like a tornado tearing through the house (messiest person I've ever met). She's two-faced and still hangs out with some of my friends.. ugh. But then the housemate after that was SO wonderful that it was healing. I lived with her right up until my boyfriend and I moved in together last winter. She had 2 dogs, and still she managed to be the cleanest housemate I've ever had, as well as most conscientious, kind, and generous.
My first housemate (a guy) was really cool too.

So Yaki, it's hit or miss. All I can say is, if you're unhappy with the situation and your roommate refuses to communicate to fix it, get out. There are plenty of great roommates out there. Don't settle for one that isn't. It's helpful to be a good roommate yourself ;)

I had great roommates, too, Yaki. Most of them minded their own business, cleaned after themselves & paid their share. Some were even friends to hang out with as well.

I agree with Jane: if it stinks, get out.

Well my roomie is going to be a girl that has been my close friend for 5 years now. she went to Holland a year ago and now is waiting for me to join her...

all prayers that it don't turn sour. i dont think so tho.

i love my Mariana

This one dude was a complete waste of time he did nothing at all his area was like a skip... He moaned about everything not having no more ect... I even to time to show him how to do a decent shop on a low budget and only that once did he do it the rest was takeaways... It got so bad that I eventually resorted to some good old English violence... Probley not the best idea but it got him to sort his stuff out

I always thought that my last room mate was a bit odd...a bit volitile at times but mostly just weird......last month murdered his wife and is now doing life......mess up O.o

Was it something you said?

JK

I guess if you have to say who was the worst nightmare of a roommate...it would have to be me. I am so demanding on how the room is never to be hit up for anything and I'm just not in the mood to deal with them so I tell them that I don't care what they do just as long as they don't hit my room up.

I live with 3 other people. I have no expectations of anyone cleaning up after me and they don't expect me to clean up after them.
But, if I leave a dish in the sink, like a bowel or a plate and don't wash it that night, they move it out of the sink and put it on the counter. It drives me f-ing crazy. I don't care if they don't wash it, or that they move it while they do their dishes, but put it back in the sink.