If you had told me this time last year that my roommates would end up the same as the ones that I had at that current time, I’d probably believe you. I say this because I fully believe that some people are just terrible people and like to belittle everyone. I would like to think that this isn’t everyone, but nothing so far gives me hope.
My roommates last year seemed pretty cool in the beginning. One seemed like she could beat my ass at any second and one you could tell was on the bitchier side, but she liked to talk a lot. I thought this was good as we did things with each other, etc. I didn’t particularly know them when I moved in, but one was from the town I was from, so I thought no big deal. Her boyfriend, ended up being fiance, was my uncle and sister fiance’s co-worker. My uncle is actually their boss. I thought oh cool, there’s more of a connection.
But I was dead wrong, apparently! (I seem to be good at this!)
I got my boyfriend literally the same day that I got a new job. I had been (sort of) jobless for a couple of months and was excited to finally have a job again. I hung out with my boyfriend a lot and thought it was no big deal that he stayed at my house as the fiance stayed at our house frequently and the girl that I shared a bathroom with was rarely there. Apparently, since I was younger, this wasn’t okay. (I’ve mentioned my boyfriend is my neighbor. Literal two doors down neighbor.) The girl I ‘shared’ a bathroom with would come back and complain about everything. Her car had broken down (she rarely lived at our house bc she would drive 5 hours round trip to school/her boyfriends) and she was complaining about this and how she needed a new car to her mother while I was sick with the stomach flu in the bathroom. She didn’t care; but when it came time to her being sick and I almost fell out of the shower so (of course) I screamed, IT FUCKING MATTERED LIKE IT WAS THE END OF THE WORLD. Since I had just gotten a new job, I also was not home very often. I typically worked until 10 or 11 after going to school all day, so if there were dishes in the sink for a day, I thought it was no big deal. It was a big deal to them and it started controversy. They basically complained about everything, even how I walked up the stairs (lol right?!) and I went home crying that night to my mother.
While I didn’t act like it was a big deal to me, it was. I started staying at my boyfriends and rarely coming to my own house that I paid rent for. I paid everything through the mail so I would have little to no contact with them. My boyfriend’s roommates seemed more accepting since his roommates fiance had just gone through the same thing and stayed there, too, but one of his roommates was very discomforting and would make us feel unwelcome. This led us to discomfort anywhere we tried to go. We ate out a lot and spent a lot of time at movies/shopping. I gained a max of 30 pounds from this, and I was ultimately upset. I didn’t stay up here for the summer, and my boyfriend stayed at his house.
Disclaimer: The one problem I had with my roommates before the “conflict” was the fact that the one girl wouldn’t let anyone use her bathroom, but mostly that nobody could have keys. I really didn’t care if my boyfriend had a key or not, but since her fiance was there a lot and he didn’t have a key, they would leave doors unlocked all the time if he were there and she weren’t and “he needed to go somewhere.” It was terrifying waking up to all the doors in my house unlocked and a man pissed at me when I locked the door. I also didn’t like how they made breakfast very loudly at 5 AM every morning bc my bedroom was above the kitchen.
Moving forward to the present. I moved in with people that I didn’t really know. Mostly because one girl subleased out to someone else since “she got a puppy and an engagement ring” and it was a shitshow. I moved in just having learned that I had to work 20 hours a week at my job an hour away, and I only had 2 free days to do this since I had a night class and had to volunteer for at least 30 hours during the semester. I didn’t get to talk to my roommates about how we all expected things to go because I didn’t have time. Who wants to spend all of their free time (which I mostly slept during) hearing people complain? Not I, so I moved on with life passing it off like it was no big deal.
Yesterday, I came home around 5:45 and nobody was here. It was odd because there’s usually at least 1 person here by that time, but I sat in my room angrily over something unrelated. I sat in my room until 8 until I decided I was going to go do something. This is when my boyfriend decided to come back from “hanging out with his friends” and my roommates decided to come home together. (What fucked me over with my last roommates was they would meet with each other to talk shit on me and then target me for it—which i think is a fucked up and bitchy thing to do.) They were all laughing—unusably loudly—putting away what sounded like groceries, throwing around everything etc. I then get a text message (yes. not a verbal message) that “we should have a roommate meeting.” I wasn’t in the best of moods and was cleaning my closet so I ignored it. My door wasn’t shut, so they texted me again and then proceeded to talk “unusably loudly” about how I should be down there. (Lol. Immaturity already started, right?)
I walk down the stairs and get water as they start this “meeting.” It’s started by laughing about how one of my roommates needs to be reminded to wash her dishes because she “forgets about them” and we need to remind her. (side note: this girl has left dishes in the sink for a month—no exaggeration—and found no big deal about it.) They giggled and laughed about it so i obviously knew what this meeting was about: Me.
After this, it started with “guests can’t stay at our house by themselves” (with the exception of one of the girls’ boyfriends…who owns his own house and shit ya know) and that “nobody can stay more than 3 nights a week because that’s illegal.” Now I’m not saying that we should learn by example, but we do. The leasing agency we lease from isn’t big on rules, so typically nobody follows them. 3 nights a week is a dorm standard; which I think is HILARIOUS because the person who said this never lived in a dorm. (NOTE: Two of my roommates’ significant others live with their parents in their hometowns. One is in high school and doesn’t come to stay here—the other has been here once.) It kept going and going with stupid things of how my boyfriend should do laundry at his house and I shouldn't do his laundry in our washer/dryer. (I’m not going to not do laundry if it fits with mine. It’s not like I wash his laundry constantly because he does do laundry at his own house, but he would do laundry ESPECIALLY when I didn’t have any time of my own to do laundry.) They used this as “I’ve seen guys underwear in there before.” Okay, and? So have I, that wasn’t my boyfriend’s.
It continued and I couldn’t stop thinking about how this was literally a repeat of last year. I just wanted to get up and walk out because they were contradicting themselves being they do the same things. The stupidest parts?!
1. “I’m upset you disrespected my hobby by walking through the kitchen when I said it was wet. That was rude.” APPARENTLY her “hobby” is cleaning. She was doing this “hobby” from 6-8, so I could not make dinner, and when I had the opportunity—I took it. I was starving and didn’t give TWO SHITS because it’s disrespectful to spend that much time “hobbying” and then complain that you’re the only one that cleans the house. I’m a firm believer in everyone needs to clean up after themselves, she’s not. So be it.
2. “I think everyone needs to share 1/4 of everything. All the cleaning supplies, kitchen supplies, and the cleaning. Her and I just bought paper towels.” Let it be known that the girl who said this had not bought a thing that everyone uses. Ever. She also took dishwasher pods (which aren’t cheap, my friends) to her boyfriends house because “he didn’t have any.” They were my dishwasher pods. Yas. They also use all of a substance (which I know it was her because she makes things that use these substances often) that was mine and never replaced it. They had never invited me to go shopping with them that night, but I was expected to “share 1/4 of everything.” LOL ATMYLIFEYOUGUYS.
3. “I’m really uncomfortable with there being a gun here. Unless you have a license for it.” Wait, you have to have a license to have a gun? I’m pretty sure that anyone who is over the age of 21 and isn’t a felon or mentally ill can buy a gun. You don’t have to have a license to have a gun: you have to have a license to carry a gun. This is the same girl as #2, if you couldn’t tell because she’s SO smaht. Her boyfriend goes hunting often and she brags about how she gets deer jerky. But doesn’t like guns.
Lol.
Lol.
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PLEASE SOMEONE SUBLEASE FOR ME GODDAMMIT.
Because the meeting ended with “so you’ve been quiet. Don’t YOU have anything to say?”
No. Wait. I don’t. Because I didn’t meet with my other roommates to talk shit about myself. Whoops. Sorry I’m considerate and would much rather not attack a person. OOPS.
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