Crazy, PSYCHO, jealous bi-otch, and other roommates
April 10th, 2010 3:12am by admin
The first time I rented an apartment with a girl I would sometimes hang out with was one of the craziest months of my life. This girl was going to school for dance, and she was super pissed at me for having high arches… To make matters worse, I’m usually very quiet and USED to put up with crap, it was the way I was raised; I tried to avoid confrontation.
She was so loud and had the worst hick accent… “HEY YA’LL!!!!” If I had any friends over (who were mostly guys) she’d start doing splits and backbends in front of them and say “look at this new move” and do some weird stripper-like move (mind you, my guy friends weren’t even cute).
One night, I was studying for a French test in the living room. She comes back from a date…with her date. Then proceeds to give him a massage in the LIVING ROOM. After the guy left, she started screaming at me how rude I was for not taking my books and going to my room. I told her it’s a living room and if she wanted alone time she could go to her room. She then said that she was raised in the “old ways” and did not bring a non-boyfriend to her room… Yeah…ok. Another time she brought home a little kitten (I’m a total cat person and could tell this little guy did not like loud noises…or LOUD PEOPLE). So, she’s screaming at the poor thing to get out from under the couch. After she left, I started talking to it, giving it treats, to slowly get it out, then I started petting him and snuggled with him. She came back home and say me hold him and started screaming at me to not make her cat like me more than her. She finally gave it away.
She also would pick odd and random screaming arguements with me because she “wanted a roommate that would stick up for herself”. Make much sense? Yeah, didn’t think so.
To top it all of she started dating this one guy who was a complete druggie… at the time I was a little naive and didn’t realize it. Anyways, one night I came home to her past out in the living room and him just sitting there. I asked him what happened to her and he said she passed out, so I was like “wanna play cards?” (I was trying to learn how to play poker). So we started playing. Now, we were on the floor since she took up the fouton, and i was setted a good 4 ft away from him. But when she woke up she started screaming at us to stop what we were doing and said that she knew we were “fondling each other”. Ok, there were cards between us and I was NOT looking for sex, or boyfriend, or anything (having just lost my brother; i was extremely depressed) I told her to calm down and showed her the cards. Didn’t matter. She started hitting her boyfriend and he told her off and left… but she ran after him screaming and crying. She then turned her psycho-ness on me and told me how horrible I was for spending time with him. I told her we were just playing cards because we were bored. I forgot what all she told me but it was retarded…*note to self: never be nice to a roommate’s boyfriend* Anyways, this guy wound up practically living with us….and he was a CREEP.
I’d wake up in the morning and go into the kitchen and he’d be in the living room, just staring at me. Then he started telling me he thought I was hot…then started saying some sexual things to me. It bothered me enough that I called my mom and told her…to which she called my roommate and told her what he was saying…She freaked out on my mom, screaming at her that if she wants a boyfriend she can have one. My mom said that’s not the issue, but having him there day and night was. Then her mom and my mom got into it, and I moved out. Yep… real nice.
My latest roommate wasn’t that bad…but she’d leave notes on my door to clean my room every 2 weeks. I’m not a neat-freak, I keep the living room and kitchen clean, but when it comes to my room…it’s MY room. Also, her boyfriend is a complete douche. They were always watching crap like Keeping Up with the Kardashians. And if I ever had any shows recorded, he’d go through them and delete them. He also abused my cat…never saw him do it, but when he was the only person home my cat would have “accidents”. Yeah, him pissing on himself or pooping all over himself is an “accident”. Not to mention, my poor baby would get poofy tailed and freak out and run under the bed if he ever heard her boyfriend walk by or heard his voice. And of course, any cat spray was my cat…not hers. My cat is NEUTERED and hers is not. But, you know, my cat was “marking his territory”. Even though I had another cat and he never marked his territory. Hers was never around any other cats except mine. But it was always my cats fault….even though NO ONE saw him do it. Oh and her stupid boyfriend would sit there and talk to her while she was in the morning at 7am and talking so loudly it would wake me up. (we had joining bathrooms). But if I was getting ready at 8am to go to work, he’d text me to say that he was trying to sleep and that the blow dryer was keeping him up. But he’d blare STAIND at 4am and pretend he didn’t hear me if I asked him to turn it down. I also liked that neither of them ever responded to my texts or answer my phone calls.
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