Worst roommate!

I had a roommate in college that would talk about herself in the third person. "Allie's hungry". She took psych medication and was obsessed with her boyfriend to the point of becoming a stalker.

In college my freshman year dorm roomate got so drunk at his fraternity house that he forgot how to use the door, and proceeded to pee in the corner of the room. He cleaned it up the next morning, but still...*kitten*.

Later in the year it happened again, couldn't manage the fine art of using a door and peed in the room again. This time all over MY backpack. He didn't graduate, dropped out after one year. Phucker.

Oh the stories I could tell.

One group refused to lock our door at all hours of the night.

My last roommate emotionally abused me, and physically abused my cat, but then accused me of abusing her cats. She wouldn't clean up after herself, but called me the slob. She wouldn't allow me to feel welcome in my own home, and then got offended because I WOULDN'T make myself at home. She dumped my food because it "Smelled Funny" (Garlic and mushrooms have a smell. What can I say?). Etc etc.

I refuse to live with anyone who isn't married to me ever again!

I used to live with 3 other people, 2 guys and another girl. one of the guys and the other girl were a couple and I thought it would be safe as the yhad lived together before so house keeping would get done etc.

Well all was good in the beginning, I knew they liked going out and stuff and that didnt bother me. When it was the girls birthday she made our flat an open house and one time some (what i thought) random guys just walked out....turned out it was just their (drug) dealers!! Not impressed.

Also they DIDNT know how to clean ANYTHING, these were people 2 years older than me, left dirty plates, cutley and food out to go mouldy and I mean REALLY mouldy. My boyfriend came over once and was just so disgusted he didnt want to cook in the kitchen as it was so we cleaned it all. did we get thanks NO none at all we got 'you could of just told us to clean' to which my response was 'why do you need to be TOLD to clean up after yourselves your old enough to realise mould=BAD'

There room was horendous and had tons of plates on the floor with food caked on it all dried up it was foul..

Worst of all the guy decided to cheat on the girl with his second cousin..(yeah i know right) bu he couldnt afford to move out and they just stayed in their room or argued...

By the end of the year (we were stuck in a contract) we alol just stayed in our rooms, avoiding each other all the time and didnt even say good bye each other when we moved out... it was the worst year of my life!

My worst roommate was in college too. I'd met this girl (we'll call her Connie) 1st year, hung out with her quite a bit, even went to visit her family with her over the weekend. Fast forward to year 2, we were living in the on campus apartments with another roommate and now Connie had a boyfriend. All of a sudden she turned into a compulsive liar and a thief! Thankfully we were able to find another roommate (the school required at least 3 inhabitants) and got her the hell out. She was the 2nd non relative to feel the wrath of my rarely viewed temper. Man did she tick me off!

Almost forgot the worst part! She never cleaned up after herself, especially in the kitchen. She'd fried up some hot dogs and left all the grease behind on the surface. Well I was on my own in the apartment that weekend and didn't notice the mess and went to boil up some water for mac & cheese or something and the stove caught fire! That was pretty much the straw that broke the camel's back - it's bad enough to be messy but not to the point where you risk damage to the place you live!

Bonus: The other two roommates are still very dear to me. I don't get to see the one very often because she's in another country (Cananda) and lives several hours away but we catch up a couple times a year and see each other when we can. The replacement roommie is one of my very best friends and I was in both of their weddings as a bridesmaid.

I once roomed with a woman about 13 years older than me. She was a neighbor across from my father's old townhouse and she seemed cool and all. I needed a place to live, she offered me her basement and run of the house. It wasn't until I started living with her that I realized she was a [barely] functional alcoholic.

Shortly after I moved in, her license was suspended for a DUI. Her mother then started to spend the night in a spare room so she could take her to work Monday through Friday mornings. Everything seemed okay until the mother found out I had driven Kathy (roommate) to the liquor store once. *kitten* hit the fan. This old hag made every effort possible to make my life miserable. (I hope she's dead by now)

Meanwhile, Kathy regularly meets random guys on Plenty of Fish and BRINGS THEM HOME WITH HER until they did their thing, she passed out, and they'd eventually leave at some point in the night/early morning. No lock on my door to the basement! (Thinking back, I am so lucky nothing happened to me) Kathy eventually upped her daily alcohol intake to deal with her mother (her buddy from the liquor store was making regular drop-offs in her mailbox -- the mother assumed it was me) and became violent. I gave her my decision to leave and she straight-up trashed the first floor of the house. I remember sitting in the basement scared that she'd attack me. I called my boss to let him know I wasn't coming in the next day, called my brother to help me move, and I was out within 24 hours. The drunken, threatening voicemails eventually stopped.

Never. Again.

One of the worst ones I had was at University, a guy called John. Seemed like a normal chap when he moved in, but after a week we started to notice a smell. After 3 weeks it dawned on us that John never once took a shower, never washed his clothes, and never changed his bed sheets.

His bedroom was right next to the kitchen, people would come over to see if they could last 60 seconds in there, there was a prize for anyone who could.

I've had some real *kitten* heads for roommates. The worst was probably a woman who fancied herself a drug dealer but she smoked more than she sold. She was a fat blob who sat on the couch all day and slept on it at night instead of using her room. Literally she hardly left the front room and she just kept the same DVDs playing on loop; NCIS and The Sopranos.

I moved out because she was getting us evicted because, as it turned out, she was only taking the rent money that myself and the other two roommates were paying and gave that to the landlord, but not the other $500 she owed him. So, after a year of that (I only lived there for 3 months) he evicted us. On my way out she stole a fair amount of my things.

But she's somehow missing her laptop now. I have *no* idea how that happened.

I had one of those smelly roomate ugh... It was so bad that he would go in the shower and 'wash" but come out smeeling like wet dog. His GF at the time used to wait til he was out the car /house and spray everything he sat on with a flowery perfume. Which then made everything smell like flowery wet dog :grumble:
How do you not shower eww. And Its not like we were quiet about it.. Plenty of us told him you stink go shower and USE SOAP.:huh: Now my 6yr old knows to use soap in the shower but I'm having to tell a grown man that. I was so glad when we moved and didnt take him with us. I felt like I could breath for the first time lol

I think the worst roommate I had was my ex-friend from high school. We got along fine until she sold my favorite unicorn picture to our landlady. When asked why she did it, she said, "Because it's funny."

Who ever is this dogs roommate is the worst.



Mine would be my buddy while he was going through is divorce. he would get hammered and go through all the ranges of emotions. I would get him to drink more at that point just so he would pass out. so I guess that makes me a bad room mate too.

She made her and her live in friend a whole roast dinner and left the washing up...

... for a full week o-o

An old roommate of mine was always going out and getting way too drunk. Then after the clubs would close, she would show up at our house with a bunch of random, drunk guys. My room didn't have a lock on the door so I couldn't go back to sleep because sometimes the guys would try to come in there. The next day she would claim to not remember any of what happened. Luckily, her brother moved in with us and I went to wake him up the first time she did it. He threw every single guy out and saved yelling at her until the morning. She never did it again!