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30 Times People Realized They Were Living With A ‘Monster’ Roommate, As Shared In This Online Group
It's no big secret that living alone is a complete delight – however, in this economy, not everybody has the cash to support this kind of living. Renting a place with other people is a great way to tackle financial issues – but, with that, you also risk stumbling across some questionable individuals.
“What made your worst roommate ever such a bad roommate?” – this web user took to one of Reddit’s most philosophical and thought-provoking communities to invite its members to share their worst roommate experiences.
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Had a weekend getaway planned, confirmed a couple of weeks in advance that she could take care of my cat while I was gone (side note: she had a cat too.) Before I left, re-confirmed that she would be around and could take care of them. Wasn't uncommon for me to do all the kitty duties, which I didn't mind at all, but because I was used to being on top of it I wanted to make sure she had it under control.
Got back after 3 days and clearly no one had been in the apartment for at least a couple of days. Cats had no water or food and had been clawing at the door enough to chip a bunch of the paint off of it. I texted her and asked if she had watched the cats, she replied that she decided to stay with her boyfriend for the weekend, completely oblivious to the fact that she had abandoned two helpless animals. I asked if she realized the cats hadn't had food or water in a few days, she replied "oh, they're just cats, they are fine."
I asked her to move out and also if I could keep her cat because I was worried about her ability to take care of another creature, both of which she agreed to. Some next level loser a*****e s**t to do that to creatures that are dependent upon you to survive.
TLDR; My Alcoholic roommate stole money I had hidden in my room and drank a bottle of expensive scotch given to me by a deceased friend and lied about it.
When I was 21, I got a bottle of Macallan 18-Year Sherry Oak Scotch Whiskey (he came from a very well-off family) from my best friend of almost 15 years who was battling cancer.
My friend and I made a pact when we were teens, that whenever either of us got married, we'd be each other's best man. My friend had gotten married to a wonderful guy that he had met in college, and the two were my closest friends that helped me get through a lot of bad things in my life.
When he gave me that bottle, he gave it to me not as a birthday present, but as a promise to be around to be my best man when I got married, like I was when he got married to his husband.
Sadly, the cancer spread and got out of control, and he passed away a few months after my birthday. After he passed, I planned to never open the bottle. I tried to give the bottle to his husband, but he refused to take it and told me that my friend meant the bottle to be for me, not him.
I kept the bottle tucked away in a steamer trunk in my closet.
I tell you that, to tell you this...
One day, I come home to find my drunken roommate passed out in his recliner. The bottle of Macallan next to him was on the table, completely empty! I thought that maybe he bought himself a bottle. But with a gut feeling, I checked my room. The trunk in my closet was wide open, the box the bottle came in was open, and the bottle missing. As was the envelope of cash hidden inside the trunk. About $2,500 that I had saved up over the year from working a side bartender job on the weekends.
I woke my roommate up, asked him if he took the bottle of out my trunk, and he said "No, I got this from the gas station." He sat there, staring at me, expecting me to believe him.
I was furious. I told him that I was moving out. He didn't understand why. I confronted him about the missing money and the bottle of scotch he clearly stole. He said "Bro, relax, it's not like you can't buy another bottle. You clearly have the money for it."
I left the apartment, went to the rental office, and informed them of the situation. They helped to get me off of the lease and even helped me find my own townhouse in one of the other property neighborhoods they had. I returned to the apartment, packed up my belongings, and moved out the next day while he was at work.
She repeatedly peed on the floor right in front of me while making eye contact. She was also a cat. She had multiple clean litterboxes, but she apparently preferred to pee on the floor in front of the litterboxes. My human roommate (her owner) did their best with her, but such is life.
Hoarded/hid food and ate everyone else's, would leave dirty q-tips laying around, refused to do any dishes, and one time I caught him spitting on the floor. I backhanded him clean out of his shoes for that one.
That last sentence got me in a laughing fit - that when my husband asked what's so funny, I couldn't talk straight 😂
We had a shared kitchen, the 3 of us, we had cleaning schedules but they never followed it, they just piled it up until it was my turn.
After numerous complaints that i was the only one cleaning i stopped cleaning, 3weeks later there was rotten food and fungi all over the kitchen and even a cockroach infestation. a cleaning company had to be hired, the costs of which spread over the people living there, i objected the bill on grounds of my earlier complaints, they didn’t argue and i did not have to pay, i even got compensation for eating out every night, they got kicked out a week later.
Was a win for me eventually but a horrible time before that.
Called me at a friend’s house and told me that my father had died - he hadn’t and was perfectly healthy.
It was five of us in a house and rooms were rented out on an individual basis. One guy was pretty awful. He claimed he used to be in the national guard at some point and had this weird sense of entitlement about it. Like, he genuinely believed he shouldn't have to do any communal chores or clean up his own messes because of that. He was also the biggest victim I've ever met. Nothing could ever be his fault and he'd deny any wrongdoing, even with the evidence literally in front of his face.
The entire time he lived in the house, he was supposed to be looking for a job but all he did was smoke weed, cook instant ramen (which again, he never cleaned up) and watch Netflix on his phone. We'd hear him getting in loud arguments with his parents about why he was still unemployed and it was always some new excuse that they clearly weren't buying. He eventually left because his parents stopped paying his rent. The worst part of it all is that this dude was 41 at the time but had all the maturity of a spoiled rotten 10 year old.
Not cool at all. But I’m more concerned about a 40 year olds parents paying his rent like that’s going to help him in any way
Load More Replies...Sounds like the dude was pretty depressed. Not doing your chores, having trouble keeping a workplace, self-medicating, no social life, eating junk food, that is very little effort to make... it's classic
Perhaps, but there's far too many people that have this same sort of entitled/victimized attitude. It's not a particular generation, it's every generation has these people, and that's the issue.
Load More Replies...Too bad that entitled vets are definitely a thing. I don't owe them anything.
Everytime someone parrots "thank you for your service" it deepens the things. The good ones didn't do it for that, and the bad ones make it worse.
Load More Replies...Sounds like he was kicked out of the Guard while at Basic...IF he was ever in it. One thing for sure, he wouldn't last long in the military with that attitude. If the CO didn't take care of him, his barracks mates would gladly give him a soap bar beat down. If you don't know what that is, watch Full Metal Jacket. And don't think for 1 second it doesn't happen even now.
She could perceive it as quiet if she was used to people who argued like my mother. Following my dad around yelling until 2am. On a school night
Load More Replies... The landlord didn’t tell us there was already someone renting one of the rooms, so surprise roommate to begin with. This surprise roommate was schizophrenic and also tended to smoke inside.
It was awful.
She would brush her long hair, and clean out the brush. Then to dispose of the hair she would stuff it in the *sink drain.*
Normal people throw it in the trash. She clogged the sink constantly.
In the middle of a 100F heatwave in August, not only turned off the AC, but turned the heat on
To **90F**
Even at the coldest days of winter, has no one turned the heat to freaking 90
Came home to a sauna, and she didn't even stay after she did that
My favorite: She would come in drunk at 2am, turn on all the lights, leaving either her keys in the front door lock, or just leave the door wide open and then pass out in the living room.
Good times!
Found out the dude was keeping his webcam running when he was out. Being secretly filmed was kinda f’d up.
Really depends where the webcam was. In a public area, that's no bueno. If it's in his room, the real question is why you were there
They left beans in the fridge so long it became a sentient life form. Then got mad that I threw it out because "they were going to still eat that".
I too enjoy consuming sentient lifeforms; it's s how I stock my power stores
I wasn’t allowed out of my bedroom when she was with married men :/ still mad I allowed it to happen.
I once scrubbed down the whole apartment because the landlady came by. It took literally all night long. He didn't help in any way. I scrubbed pots that had more culture than a classical concert. 5 minutes after the ladylady left he went into the kitchen, created lots of noise, and when I awoke from my coma and went in there it looked exactly the same minus the mold.
She would invite people over with no notice even during covid shutdown or when we were sick (I didn’t have an issue with people coming over I just didn’t want to be surprised by it)
She would meal prep for the week always on the day that I had deep cleaned the kitchen
She never cleaned any shared spaces and rarely cleaned her room
Found dishes with moldy food in her room often
She would leave and not come home for days at a time leaving her meal prepped food in the fridge for us to clean (made even worse by the fact that we were vegetarian and she always cooked with meat)
Found coffee that had been in the fridge for so long that it actually had moving organisms in it
Brought home a fish that she didn’t know how to take care of. It was bloated and we had to nurse it back to health with no help from her
Brought home a kitten from a stranger at a jack in the box without talking to us about it or taking into account that we already had a cat and a dog that don’t do well with other animals
Then after I told her that a kitten requires a lot of attention and she actually needed to be home at the very least 60% of the week, she followed that advice for approximately one week before deciding that she could go back to her old habits of not coming home for 4-5 days at a time
So consequently that cat became horrible. It constantly attacked the other cat and dog, ripped up the carpet in our apartment that I had paid a deposit for by myself when we moved in and caused me to lose that deposit (though she did eventually pay me back for that so I guess that earned her some points)
And then when we moved out left a ton of her stuff in the apartment for us to get rid of. Also told me that she cleaned her room before moving out when she clearly hadn’t. I spent three hours cleaning her room after so we wouldn’t get charged a cleaning fee
She also complained multiple times that the apartment didn’t feel like her home and blamed me for that. I tried multiple times to get to know her better and hang out with her and she was never interested. When we moved in she refused to put any of her decor in any shared space even though I asked multiple times if she was sure. And when we was actually home she shut herself in her room and wouldn’t come out
He was so drunk one morning, making a gigantic mess in the kitchen in his underwear rambling to me while grabbed a cup of coffee on my way out the door.
He then p****d himself and didn't notice until he slipped on it...
Fast forward a couple months and he bailed out with two months left on the lease and never paid anything for those months and changed his number. Fortunately the landlord worked with myself and my other roommate. I never had a roommate after that.
Best friend had his girlfriend come live with us. She was constantly coming into my room to ask me to explain some sort of emotional bit about my best friend. Id give her advise and she would never take it. Then she started started fights with him, tried to get me involved. I eventually had to start climbing out my window to go pee because she was such a nut case.
Then after he dumped her she started calling my mom to try and force him to talk to her.
Yeah she was aweful.
She apparently has cancer now. And has tried to contact me. I dont feel bad saying Ive blocked her, cause i dont believe for a second she has cancer.
She made us Patient Zero in a campus wide bedbug infestation.
And this wouldn't have been that bad, everyone makes mistakes, but the reason why it was campus wide was because she saw 3 separate doctors over a period of 3 months, who all said the same thing, and then she ignored medical advice repeatedly before finally checking, at which point, she'd been all over campus.
Then she had the nerve to sit all 8 of us down for a roommate meeting where she told us that we all needed to be "serious" about the bedbug protocol, and get to the laundromat to clean our clothes and stuff, because she just couldn't take anymore stress and she needed this situation resolved.
MONTHS
I'm still really irritated by it, because she really presented it as though she was the victim, like someone had broken in and put bedbugs in her bed. But she has absolutely no sympathy or empathy for anyone else on campus dealing with this, nor for any of us, her roommates, who were forced to grapple and deal with it out of our own pockets. She had no apologies or even kind words for us. She wasn't a great roommate to start with, but she was living in the same room as two girls who were dating, so I gave her some leeway. This just took everything over the edge.
Bedbugs are a terrible thing to get. Almost impossible to get rid of without surrendering every possession you own.
She let her bunny s**t all over her room including her bed and then wondered why she got a rash
Made his own low-grade wine in the bathroom (which created a stench) and had bi-weekly mental breakdowns in the living room because he was convinced he had contracted AIDS.
One day I get a text from her that there were ants on the floor due to some Doritos or something she ate. I text back okay and move on and think that's the end of that.
Welp. Low and behold it's time to move our a couple months later from our dorm room and she had left so I was stuck cleaning things to not get charged. I find a wet sock covering the crushed Doritos and a whole colony of ants...
Clearly it was too much to assume she picked up her Doritos and her way of dealing with it was to cover them with a stocking wet sock.
Disrespect for standards of living. I kept a clean house, and before I agreed to let them live with me we talked about it. While I held my tongue about their room and bathroom, the constant mess in the kitchen and other common spaces was too much.
I had a roommate in college in an apartment setting who worked as a fry cook or something similar at a chain restaurant (can't remember which one, maybe Applebees or Chilis). He fancied himself a real chef but apparently didn't understand the whole cleaning up after himself thing.
Anytime he would make eggs or cook something where you trim off pieces or whatever, he would throw the refuse in a grocery bag he hung from the handle of the oven. That wouldn't have been a big deal had he ever actually thrown that bag away. Multiple, multiple times we had fruit fly infestations because he would leave that bag sitting there with rotting food scraps for days.
I've dealt with fruit fly-causing roommates a couple of times in my life and thinking about it just makes my skin crawl.
I hope you never need to know this. To a small clean jar, add apple cider vinegar to almost full, then a couple drops dish soap, leave in the area of the infestation. The vinegar attracts them, the soap breaks the surface tension, so they land, they sink, they die.
He was filthy. He would make spaghetti, eat it, and then put his dirty dishes in the dishwasher. He wouldn't scrape anything off. But he would never run the dishwasher unless it was *completely* full, so I would open it for once after three days and see mouldy spaghetti on hos dishes. It smelled awful.
When I would point it out, he would be like "Huh? What happened? I don't understand what is wrong 🧐". Bruh
Bonus, he would play the same level of the same PS2 game in the living room every single day and laugh very loudly at the same lines.
This honestly sounds like me. I am autistic and have these routines. Especially the same level in games. If I find one I really like I'll just keep going back. If he was autistic, he legitimately did not understand. We can't understand most normal social cues or situations.
Whenever he ironed his clothes, he would leave the iron on the table. Without turning it off. Next to hanging towels. 4 times in a 2 week span.
His girlfriend basically moved in immediately after he did. She was nice enough but adding another person to a tiny 2 bed apartment sucks.
Ah freshman year at the dorms. Oh Fran you were were a terrible person and I hope you've grown and have stayed away from that garbage being you dated that practically lived in our room. I had to physically throw him out of our room after they had a fight and he started choking her. Huge screaming match between him and i; me yelling he was an abusive scum bag and him calling me a fat whøre [pejorative term for lesbian] (I'm not even lesbian either but I guess sticking up for women makes me one)
Not only did he use my butter, but he scraped it lengthwise so he marred the whole stick AND left crumbs all over whole thing.
Pretty good roommate butter aside.
He had severe undiagnosed OCD. He had a laundry list of rituals that would consume his entire day and p**s me off.
One of his rituals was to play a movie and music at the same time on his laptop and then go take a 2 hour shower. We shared a room so I would close his laptop when he left the room and after his shower he’d come out and ask me, “Why did you touch my laptop?”
I would tell him because the noise was really distracting and he would tell me to just use headphones. This happened every Tuesday and Thursday night.
Honestly, it sucks, but I feel bad for the roommate. OCD is really bad.
As a child I had to share a room with my brother. If I was snoring, he'd hit me in the face with a pillow from the top bunk.
I have many bad roommate stories. One that pops to mind was the orgy guy. 65 separate partners over 6 months. Had a new guy over every 2-3 days. Occasionally there were repeats. The final straw was 1) the hookups taking a shower when I needed to get ready for work 2) coming back from holiday in England and receive message from friend that roommate had an orgy all over apartment, found my clean room a mess and my cat hysterical…they had the orgy in my room as well.
I have already vowed to never, ever, allow another person to live in my home. These posts have really cemented that vow into place!
At various points, she boffed every guy she could in the upper bunk whilst I tried to sleep in the lower bunk, then claimed I "cramped her lifestyle". Yes, I did. I often ended up sleeping in the study room. Ugh.
In Uni, I lived with three other guys. Two were fine, the other and his slob of a girlfriend pretty much commandeered the house. The smell from their room was so vile, people wouldn't come upstairs in the house. And their standards of cleanliness and hygiene in the kitchen were such that I refused to use the kitchen and used to go to a friends house. We would take turns cooking in her shared kitchen and that would be my one hot meal a week...
Unfortunately, I've never been ambitious enough to afford my own place, and I hate having roommates. I'm relieved to say that none of mine were this bad, and I don't think I was either, although I did get sick of taking one guy's buckets of tighty whities out of the bathtub every morning. But sharing a home, to me, is how to keep home from feeling like home
I lived in a quad for a year in college, which is an interesting situation because you have shared living space (kitchen and shower) but didn't get to choose "roommates". In the time I was there, there was a nympho Catholic, a drug dealer, and an "army brat" who had mostly grown up on bases overseas. They were all pretty good roommates, actually. The one that got me was "seed guy". I think I only ever saw him twice, always dressed in hippy patchwork, which is fine. The upsetting and baffling thing was that he seemed to drop seeds everywhere he went. Like a LOT of seeds. Literally thousands, like every time he came in the common space he dumped a full large spice jar worth of seeds, but they were spread out. On top of that head scratcher, he used my cast iron without asking then left it in the sink, soapy, but clearly not intending to clean it (he also cooked with other stuff that wasn't his and that he didn't clean, but the cast iron was the one that was actually activating).
3 of us shared a 2 bedroom apartment, 2 of us in the large bedroom, and the other in the small one. Roommate sharing bedroom with me decides to "temporarily" move boyfriend into our room after he got kicked out of his house. He was there 6 months, then they both moved out.
I have many bad roommate stories. One that pops to mind was the orgy guy. 65 separate partners over 6 months. Had a new guy over every 2-3 days. Occasionally there were repeats. The final straw was 1) the hookups taking a shower when I needed to get ready for work 2) coming back from holiday in England and receive message from friend that roommate had an orgy all over apartment, found my clean room a mess and my cat hysterical…they had the orgy in my room as well.
I have already vowed to never, ever, allow another person to live in my home. These posts have really cemented that vow into place!
At various points, she boffed every guy she could in the upper bunk whilst I tried to sleep in the lower bunk, then claimed I "cramped her lifestyle". Yes, I did. I often ended up sleeping in the study room. Ugh.
In Uni, I lived with three other guys. Two were fine, the other and his slob of a girlfriend pretty much commandeered the house. The smell from their room was so vile, people wouldn't come upstairs in the house. And their standards of cleanliness and hygiene in the kitchen were such that I refused to use the kitchen and used to go to a friends house. We would take turns cooking in her shared kitchen and that would be my one hot meal a week...
Unfortunately, I've never been ambitious enough to afford my own place, and I hate having roommates. I'm relieved to say that none of mine were this bad, and I don't think I was either, although I did get sick of taking one guy's buckets of tighty whities out of the bathtub every morning. But sharing a home, to me, is how to keep home from feeling like home
I lived in a quad for a year in college, which is an interesting situation because you have shared living space (kitchen and shower) but didn't get to choose "roommates". In the time I was there, there was a nympho Catholic, a drug dealer, and an "army brat" who had mostly grown up on bases overseas. They were all pretty good roommates, actually. The one that got me was "seed guy". I think I only ever saw him twice, always dressed in hippy patchwork, which is fine. The upsetting and baffling thing was that he seemed to drop seeds everywhere he went. Like a LOT of seeds. Literally thousands, like every time he came in the common space he dumped a full large spice jar worth of seeds, but they were spread out. On top of that head scratcher, he used my cast iron without asking then left it in the sink, soapy, but clearly not intending to clean it (he also cooked with other stuff that wasn't his and that he didn't clean, but the cast iron was the one that was actually activating).
3 of us shared a 2 bedroom apartment, 2 of us in the large bedroom, and the other in the small one. Roommate sharing bedroom with me decides to "temporarily" move boyfriend into our room after he got kicked out of his house. He was there 6 months, then they both moved out.