My worst roommate story, eh? Well, that one’s already well-known among my friends and family. It isn’t so much the fact that I hate them — well, I hate one of them the other is just misguided and poorly treated — but the fact that they betrayed me.
I’m one of those people who has often been described as too nice. Too caring. I never really believed it until the first time I was truly treated like a doormat. You see, I had this friend. She was a lesbian, but that didn’t matter. She was my best friend — I would have given my life for her at any given moment. I wanted, more than anything, to see her happy. So I did what most people wouldn’t do. I coughed up over four-hundred dollars when she and her ex-girlfriend got back together. Her ex-girlfriend was living in a group home due to a fight with her mother and my roommate wanted desperately to bring her down to good ol’ Arkansas. She didn’t have the money though, so I loaned it to her — with her assurance that she would pay me back.
It was a one way flight. So why would it cost so much? I was bringing her here from Alaska. I even painstakingly went out of my way to bake her a cake — throw a welcome home party. The cake was red velvet and I spent hours on it. It was eaten and enjoyed.
I only charged them three hundred dollars in rent — electricity where I was living was outrageous and they were taking up more or less about half of the house. And they never cleaned up after themselves. Her girlfriend was pregnant, and used this as an excuse for everything. As each month went by, the rent was later and later, and I was getting nothing back for the money I loaned her. Instead, I struggled to cover the bills. They had foodstamps, but rather than use their own, they would eat our food. My boyfriend had bought me a set of Corelle dishes — they somehow lost at least one plate, bowl, and cup. Every time I’d go into their room because I couldn’t find something, I would discover a mess that I could never make.
I finally had enough. I had an electricity bill well over five-hundred dollars, and they had stopped paying altogether. I evicted them, even though it killed me to do it. I had also gotten sick of her girlfriend treating me like a dog and talking shit about me behind my back. We’d given up so much trying to make her feel at home. I threatened them with a small claims suit. I went through, got the paperwork, etc. It worked — I got the money I was owed, and they were gone.
Now, months later, I received an update on their situation. The girlfriend gave birth to a boy. He was kept in ICU due to breathing difficulties — something that was entirely their own fault as his mother insisted on smoking weed, among other things. I feel sorry for that child, and I feel pity for my ex-roommate and best friend. Her girlfriend has her wrapped around her little finger to the extent that she has no friends and no contact with anyone, but then… she’s the one who is willingly going through with it all.