This is a story about my eight months in hell.
I decided to move into an apartment with my long time friend and co-worker. She said she didn’t have money for the first month’s rent but that she would pay me back on pay day. This went on for six months. I couldn’t kick her out because I had to work with her so I had to deal. She told me I was not allowed to tell anyone about her not paying rent; I didn’t want to start fights so I didn’t say anything.
My things went missing on a regular basis and as I didn’t have friends over very often I knew it wasn’t them. My food was one of the main things to go missing because it was constant – I would go to eat something and my food would be gone. When I asked her about it she said she offered it to “friends” of hers or “dropped” it. So one day I got angry and put signs all around the kitchen in capital letters “DO NOT TOUCH MY FOOD” and labeled everything. She broke and threw out some of my kitchen items, including my mixer and measuring cups and spoons.
Another thing that went missing was my work float (cash for giving change). The worst time was while her brother was staying with us (She had simply come home one day and told me that he would be coming to stay with us the next day. She did not ask me. He also did not pay rent and ate my food). I was out of town and left my float and my apron in one of the drawers in the living room, when I came back bothwere missing. I black out raged on them – when I came down from the rage I realized that her brother was crying and I had the broken drawer in my hand (it broke from me shaking it at them with things still in it). I screamed at them to get out but she refused and said I had no right. She also had the audacity to claim it was ghosts, I should have called the cops then. She also stole food from work on a regular basis. On more than one occasion she texted me asking me to help her carry home some of the food because she had so much of it – I would tell her I was busy.
I once came home after a night of drinking and had obviously had too much but I went straight to my room. When I got up the next morning I was very hung over and got sick a few times – she came into my room and threw food at me! When I was finally feeling well enough to leave my room she turned up the volume on the TV and was talking very loud and making fun of me for not feeling well. I don’t drink very often and she would get mad at me for making any noise when she was hung over.
She would also move furniture around all the time, I would find the whole apartment rearranged on a regular basis. All of the furniture was mine and she would not ask me if it was okay, she just did it.
She threw a really big fit when I said her younger sister could spend the night with us because she had been behaving a little better than normal (she was a problem child). My roommate came down to the park where her sister and I were (we didn’t want to go back to my place because of her) and started yelling at us saying that her sister was not allowed to stay. I yelled back that I paid the rent and bills so she could suck it. I was on the phone with her sister’s care taker (who also worked with us) at the time and she heard all of this and told our boss. That was when I stopped hiding my roommate’s secret and told everyone that she never paid rent.
One day I was out at my grandparents house, which wasn’t far from my place, when I got a text that I had been tagged in something on Facebook. It was a picture of my toilet covered in my – very expensive – coloured duct tape. I came home to find out that while trying to fix the toilet she had dropped the back of it and broke a hole in the toilet. She didn’t understand why I was so angry at her, she thought it was funny. She also neglected to take my things off the back of the toilet before moving it so my makeup ended up in the bowl and she refused to clean it up saying she would do it when they dried off. I ended up cleaning it up.
She would often have friends over without asking me and would invite people to spend the night and not tell me until I found them on the couch the next morning. She would feed them my food and act offended when I told her not to give away my things. She took all of the movies into her room, including mine, then she would tell people to borrow them.
She was a total TV hog. I had to wait until she was asleep or at work to use my TV and Xbox. She took over the living room and complained when I had a little mess in the one corner. I also had a computer in the living room that I didn’t mind her using but she took over that as well. When I moved the computer into my room, changed the password to the wifi I paid for, and moved my xbox back into my room she threw a fit and said she was going to move out. She didn’t and I ended up moving my stuff back because my room was too small to have everything in there.
On top of all of this nonsense she whined at me because I refused to clean up after her. She would post on Facebook and complain to my co-workers about me not cleaning. She also never cleaned out her cat’s litter box, she would just move it around and the cat would kick litter all over the floor. One time she had it in the bathroom and the cat kicked litter, clumped urine and faeces onto the floor where she left it for 4 days before I finally got sick of waiting for her to clean it up. I left a note on her door how I was not responsible for cleaning up after her.
When it finally came out that she refused to pay rent she tried to play the victim and say she was in a lot of debt (not my problem.)
After 6 months of this I went to the landlord and my roommate was forced to pay the full rent. She only ended up paying half a month’s rent before finally getting a ten day eviction notice because her cheques didn’t clear. She had quit her job and had no money. She said she was going to try and give the landlord two more post-dated cheques but I stood up and told her to get the hell out of my apartment. During her last ten days I let out all of the anger that had built up – one day I yelled for so long that the cops were called and they told her it would be best to spend the night at a friend’s place.
This was not the end of it – while cleaning out her mess of a room I found a key for one of my jewellery boxes, a box of crackers of mine that she “never saw” and a few other small things of mine as well. I went to go use my tooth brush but it tasted like hairspray and my saltwater for cleaning piercings had been replaced with rubbing alcohol.
There was a funny smell in my kitchen, I cleaned it a few times and could not find the source, until I pulled out the fridge. There was rotten raw chicken breast that was about 3 weeks old. While I was cleaning it up I puked twice from the smell and I have never had a weak stomach.
She also left a bunch of things in my apartment for over a month after she had moved out. Then after she finally got all of her things out she found out I told my boss that she had been stealing from work so she threw another temper tantrum and started trying to spread rumours about me. Her friends (who hardly knew her) attacked me on Facebook saying I was the one who had been horrible and that she was the victim. I have decided to move out of town and start fresh in another city, no one believes the rumours but hearing about them and about her has gotten to me.
There may have been a few stories that I forgot about but I’m glad this is over.