The Redecorator
My Very Worst Roommate was a replacement for the friend we had moving out as we renewed our lease. We had all hung out before and she seemed like a very caring and friendly person. But it wasn’t long before she began a laundry list of disasters that made up the longest four months of my life. It began when I told her not to bring all the furniture from her mother’s house. We already had furniture and she was told to scope out the place to see what she could take and fit. But she decided to bring all her mom’s spare furniture and we had a living room with five couches. Ugly couches.
Then she started reorganizing the house. She had ugly decorative plates that looked like they were from Southern Living circa 1985. After settling in, she began her nausiating habit of getting people to feel sorry for her. She would complain of all these hidden diseases she had and all the medicine she had to take. She would always demean herself, saying how she was ugly or unworthy of having friends. She supposedly had a heart condition and had to have a good diet, but was always the first to volunteer Taco Bell and McDonald’s runs.
She faked a Southern belle accent constantly, would tell the same stories over and over and apparently claimed we were best friends of many years when I just met her maybe 10 months prior. She also took over my husband’s TV and went through his files on his computer. She got a boyfriend who would stay over for weeks at a time. After he would leave, she would go on about the things they did, then call her friends and tell them. Her “health issues” got her laid off at work and then I found out through her friends that she was moving out two months before the lease was up. When I confronted her about it, she claimed I was never at home and she couldn’t tell me over the phone. Even though I’d be picking up the entire tab for rent, I was glad to see her shit gone.
The image of having 5 ugly couches in one room cracks me up to the nth degree.
Wow…why’d you even let her bring the extra couches? I mean, you’d feel like an ogre to fuss over some hideous decorative plates– but one sofa too many is a burden. Several too many and you’ve got a flotilla in your livingroom.
Friend of the OP here. The weirdest thing I remember about this girl was that she’d try to act like she was deeply interested in what we were talking about, like our hobbies were her hobbies and she knew all about them. All while having no clue what we were talking about. Odd duck.
And those couches were as lumpy as they were fugly.
It sounds like the room mate had some pretty low self esteem. I sometimes feel unworthy of having friends and I don’t want to make people uncomfortable so I need reassurance that people actually want me around. I do understand that this is an annoying habit, but those closest to me put up with it and and it goes away after a while. There have been a couple who were very upset by this habit, however. I think its very easy to say ‘ugh, its sooo annoying that she demeans herself’ when you don’t have to deal with those feelings of inadequacy constantly. I think telling somebody to keep their suffering to themselves is horribly insenstive.
Some people DO genuinely do this out of low self esteem. Some do it to try to gain sympathy and attention. Having met the girl, I assure you it’s the second.
OP here. She has recently claimed she’s had cancer and has been getting chemo. But she never admits what drugs she’s taking, doesn’t know the names of popular drugs. Hasn’t lost hair or weight, and seems to have all the energy in the world.
I understand low self esteem and constantly questioning yourself, but she simply did it for attention. Lots of attention.
I don’t see what’s so weird or terrible about trying to seem interested in what other people are talking about. It’s a pretty common way people try to make connections with others.
Anyway, this girl sounds more sad than anything else.
I am a friend of OP. I have to say this girl was definitely out for sympathy. And not only that, she was WAY clingy!! The first night I met this girl she followed me around, talked at me ( not to me, at me) constantly, sat not even an inch from my lap with her hand on my knee, and when I left she hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and told me she loved me. I smoke, and when I stepped outside the party to have a cigg, she followed and gave me some long story about how she smoked for years and had just recently quit and how smelling my smoke made her need one so bad. She told me all about how she might have cancer and was going through all these tests to find out, which is when I figured out she was full of it. And, it’s great to be interested in the conversation, but its wonderful to admit that you have no clue what everyone is talking about and actually ask questions to show your interest. Not take control of the conversation pretending you know what’s going on. On the plus, this girl was very friendly and bubbly. That is about it.
my god, to think.
well I have only one thing to say and that is I am sorry babe
Ohh and before i forget, Lov YA
she sounds so sad and pathetic….
the five ugly lumpy couches is a hilarious image tho.
Haha, this sounds exactly like a horrible roommate I had for a year. Is this in the Phoenix area?
Hey there LadyK. I laughed when you first told me she was going to be your roommate, laughed at all the horrible shenanigans that happened during the time she was your roommate, and now I get to laugh at the bonus after effects. I really am glad you keep me up to date on these things
. Take care.