Living with Lady Macbeth
June 21st, 2010 3:16am by anonymous
I needed to find a place to live that was closer to work, and I heard a guy I knew from my previous job had a room for rent. Great! He seemed nice, and we always got along at work. However, when I moved in, a nagging feeling of discomfort soon followed.
His place was immaculate – beyond perfect. I knew something was up when I came home, and he was vacuuming MY bedroom floor. He said I hadn’t done it right. Then he complained if I took food in MY room and ate while watching TV. It went downhill from there.
I smoke… but I never smoked in the house. I would go outside… far away from the apartment. And I’d hose myself down with Febreze just to make sure I didn’t bring back any smoking odors. However, even the faintest whiff would bring his wrath. "You’re disgusting… You smell and look like shit… you’re stupid… " BTW, I’m a teacher with more degrees than I can count. He… graduated high school years ago.
Let’s see… some fun stuff over the year. A spot of spaghetti on the stove turned into a two hour cleanfest for him at 2am. An electric burner was left on for 20 seconds while I poured soup into a bowl. He flipped out and said the house almost burned down. I lit a Halloween candle and set it on the table… he freaked and said it was left unattended and would have destroyed the complex. And I don’t want to even really get into the fork inventory and how one turned up missing. You may find posters asking, "Have you seen this fork?" in your neighborhood. Ignore them.
After a year, my lease is up, and I’m moving out in a few days. It’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. However, one night when I got up to use the bathroom, he confronted me. "Why are you up and down all night? It wakes me up. You get something to drink… or use the bathroom. I can HEAR YOU." I gave him the patented teacher glare and replied, "Yeah, whatever," and closed the door.
Lesson – OCD is not something that lends itself well to fostering good roommate relationships. Keep gift certificates to the nearest therapist handy… and distribute them often. And if a roommate ever says these words, "I like to keep a very clean house," run for the HILLS. They are desperately trying to scrub away some kind of shame in their lives that will never, ever wash out. Damn spot!!
damn, i hope you never left a glass on the table without a coaster…
out, damn’d roommate!
Wow, that’s terrible! My last roommate also had to deal with that (in a new roommate). If he left a dish in the sink, she wouldn’t talk to him the whole day. Having roommates who give even half a shit about what YOU do is terrible- I have to deal with a roommate who also has a mental illness. It’s awful.