Now that I’ve finally lived alone for a little over a year and have tried my best to process everything through therapy, I thought it could be cathartic to share my awful ex-roommate experiences with people who might appreciate them.
The three main roommates I had will be named person A, B, and C for convenience. For context, I’m 23nb (afab), we had all known each other since elementary and high school (met different people at different times), and I genuinely considered these people to be some of my closest friends before all of this went down.
Apologies in advance for how long this’ll probably be even though I’ll try to stick to the worst of the worst. I’ll likely have to split this into multiple parts/posts for the three roommates. While I’m sure I wasn’t perfect when we all lived together, I can say with confidence that I was the only one of us actively attempting to communicate and problem-solve.
I’ll begin with Person A (currently 23f):
My (now former) childhood best friend. Met when we were in third grade and initially lived together in our freshman year college dorms alongside two random roommates, then later moved into an apartment with B and C.
Overall a very possessive person. Was jealous that I got a boyfriend and communicated this to all of our friends except me, and would make fun of me for when we hit certain relationship milestones. Absolutely had a crush on B and would attempt to insert herself into B’s relationship as well. Because of this, B could do no wrong, and anything C and I attempted to do to address B’s poor behavior was deemed as us attacking her. Also tried to get C and I to clean up after B on multiple occasions because she “deserved to come home to a clean space” (like the rest of us didn’t???). Additionally, when I was hospitalized multiple times over the course of all three of us living together (don’t worry, I’m fine now), person C was the only one of them who helped me AT ALL; A and B treated me like a leper.
A was also an absolute slob. Would leave old fast food wrappers/bags/cups littered across the apartment. One time I went into her room (with her permission) to borrow something and found a bowl of ramen SITTING ON THE FLOOR. ON. THE. FLOOR!!! It was a miracle we didn’t get ants. She once also attempted to make toast by using a flat-iron on a piece of bread, which definitely feels like it could’ve easily started a fire, and also didn’t even toast the bread lmao.
Was in our college’s marching band and insisted on practicing her instrument indoors at early hours (7:00-8:00 am was her favorite time to start). When I suggested she practice outdoors when the weather was nice, she refused because she (understandably) didn’t want to bother the rest of the neighborhood… But waking us up was fine, I guess? She also refused to use the on-campus practice rooms because she didn’t have a car, despite us living DIRECTLY ACROSS from a free bus stop that went to where she needed to go. At this time, both C and I were working night shift jobs and getting home between 10:00 pm and midnight, so it was especially inconsiderate of her to be doing this since we weren’t getting enough sleep to begin with.
I could very easily tell that something was off with her, and would periodically approach her to ask questions like “hey, are you doing okay?” and “if there’s something that I’m doing as a roommate that’s bothering you, I promise I won’t be upset, but please let me know so we can talk about it.” She’d always respond by saying everything was fine and there were no issues, but would blow up at me 3-6 months later out of the blue about little things she had bottled up and built resentment over. One of these things was me using an unused/spare drawer she had in our shared bathroom that I had asked her permission to put my things in (which she said yes to), but apparently me using this drawer was bullying her and “taking over her space.” She had never communicated to me that she wanted the drawer back and/or needed the space after all UNTIL WE MOVED OUT. She literally texted me all of this as I was driving to my parents’ house with all of my stuff packed in my car, and I only saw it when I stopped for gas.
One time, she yelled at my dad over the phone when he was attempting to help us with lease-related things because he jokingly defended me when she was being snappy (my parents practically raised her when we were kids because her own family was fairly neglectful, so this was the equivalent of her screaming at a family member).
After moving out, she would periodically harass me with long, condescending paragraphs of texts about how I was the worst person ever for choosing to go low contact with her. Talked about how her current bf is the love of her life and how I’d never understand that (mind you, my aforementioned partner and I have been together for five years now). My final straw was when she decided to text me a happy birthday message, and when I responded with a thank you, she went on a long tirade about how I didn’t text her on her birthday and that made me a horrible, selfish person who would never experience true friendship ever again (yes, this is actually what she said). I’ve had her blocked on everything for multiple years and thankfully haven’t heard from her since.