My Very Worst Unofficial Roommate

I recently moved out of my parents house to live with two boys in their 20′s in San Francisco. They were my best friend’s co-workers and she trusted them and encouraged them to let me live with them, even though I was a female. When I first moved in, we got along well and voiced our concerns with one another if we had any. One of my roommates, M, had a girlfriend who worked in San Francisco but lived in the South Bay. It was a long commute for her, so we let her crash on the couch every now and then. His friend, J and I also got along well. She decided to become an official legal guardian to her younger sisters, since their parents were living in a different country. This meant she and her sisters would stay at our house for weeks on end, using our cooking supplies, food and utilities. This also meant I had to share my bed and floor with three other people. One morning I had to wait 40 minutes to take a shower because J and her sisters decided they should be able to shower before me. By the time I was able to shower, I was late for school. I talked to my roommate about them coming over too frequently and using all of my supplies. He said he would discuss this with her, but instead decided to tell J that I hated her and her sisters.

I didn’t see J for a few months. She would come over to our house while I wasn’t there and leave before I came home. I knew this because she would always leave me messages on the white board, telling me to clean up my mess and throw away my trash properly (even though she is the sloppiest girl I know and it was M’s mess she was talking about. I erased the board, in which she wrote again, “Stop fucking up the board. Go fuck yourself.” I was offended, especially since I let her live here rent and utility-free for three months. I told my roommate that she was no longer allowed at the house anymore, but of course that didn’t stop her. She would continuously drop off her sisters at the house, then pick them up after a few hours of them cooking and leaving a mess of dishes in the sink that they refused to clean up. She also helped herself to a few of my clothes. When I asked her if she would please bring them back, she acted as if she had no idea what I was talking about. Soon, I noticed my bathroom supplies, such as toothpaste and tampons, were mysteriously vanishing. Also, my loofah smelled like her cheap soap and my razor had been moved around. I asked her to please stop using my stuff, especially my razor and loofah, because that’s just disgusting. She left a note on the whiteboard again, stating that she apologized. Genuine, right?

A week later I got mugged a block away from my house. The thieves got my keys, along with my wallet. I asked my roommates to make me a replacement set of keys and they said nothing. Instead, they made me enter into the garage then walk up to the house, but they were nice enough to copy keys for J. Thankfully my mom forced me to move out because of the mugging, so I don’t have to deal with that household anymore. What’s worse is I had to pay rent for the month I was not living in the house, because I had moved to another area. Therefore, J got to spend a full month rent-free in the house, without me nagging her to clean dishes.