CHEV,
you were the best roomate ever. Granted we just had lots of sex, so we didnt do a lot of roomate activites, they were still great memories
Roommates from hell
by LivefromNY2003 17 Replies latest jw friends
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Bendrr
For a while I had kind of an "open door" policy. People crashed at my place all the time. One was this total loser who I found sleeping in his truck in my driveway one morning cause his parents kicked him out. So I felt sorry for him and took him in. He ended up mooching off me for 2 months or so. I finally kicked him out after seeing the phone bill he'd run up and finding out he'd stolen money from my truck.
After talking it over with the one legitimate roommate I did have (who actually paid his bills) I walked back into the living room where the mooch was laying on the couch, drew my pistol, and said "get your shoes and get the hell out of my house". He left crying.
Funny thing. A few years ago I ran into this loser again. I was at the counter at Meineke at the time and he comes in with some other low-life. This guy just starts smiling and says "hey man remember me?" I said in front of a waiting room full of customers "I sure do Tracy, you owe me $200 in rent, $800 for your phone bill, $300 for the money you and Jason stole from my truck, and about $100 for groceries". He stopped smiling and quickly left. My customers laughed their asses off.
Since then I've only had one other roommate and that only lasted a little over a month. The sex was great but this chick has got some major bats in her belfry and her kids were driving me nuts. I finally got tired of it and moved myself out. She came home one day to a big suprise, an empty house.
So I've learned my lesson: no roommates.
Mike.
p.s. Also learned another lesson: don't date chicks with kids.
Edited by - bendrr on 6 December 2002 20:13:8
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DakotaRed
Does 3 exwives count as room mates from hell?
Long, long ago, in a far away place (South Florida, the late 60s) I moved out of my parents shack and rented an apartment with a school friend, who was also dating my younger sister. We had pretty much grown up together and thought as friends, things would go smoothly. Little did I know. We both had fairly decent jobs, for the times, but it seemed that it was mostly me that kept groceries in the place, as I have been known to like to eat on a regular basis.
Since it was a rented and furnished apartment, we were really limited on dishes and such. I would come in from work looking forward to cooking a decent dinner and relaxing, before going on to my second job. Often, all the dishes were left in the sink, dirty. Also, the pots and pans they used to cook themselves dinner with the groceries I bought. I probably wouldn't have minded so much if they had made enough or left enough for me, but alas, they did not. If there was anything left to cook, I first would have to clean the dishes for myself. For some reason, I didn't really like that idea and often, there weren't that many things left, so often, I got either a baloney or peanut butter sandwich and waited the few days it might take them to clean up after themselves.
I complained a few times and they would break down and buy some things they wanted, such as potato chips, crackers or such. No meat or vegetables, ever! After a couple months of this, I rented a small apartment of my own and moved out, leaving them fending for themselves. Life gave me my revenge, though, he married her until they divorced a couple years later. I went on to the US Army and points beyond, by special invitation of Uncle Sam.
Edited to add: When moving out and grabbing the few items I had at that time, I discovered that my cigar box filled with the old half dollars (they had recently stopped minting them) was nearly empty. When I asked, I heard, "oh, we needed gas a few times." Was it ever repaid? I'll let you answer that for yourself.
Also learned another lesson: don't date chicks with kids.
Marrying one can be even worse. Unless, they are grown
Lew W
Edited by - DakotaRed on 6 December 2002 20:57:4
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Prisca
When I first moved to Sydney, I shared a unit with another JW sister. We were complete strangers, we were sharing because we each needed a flattie (OZ term for "roommate"). At first she seemed fine. Then after a couple of weeks she revealed her true nature.
She would cook, say fried steak, and not wash up the dishes, not even rinse them!!
She suffered from severe depression, and whilst acknowledging her sickness, refused to do anything about it. So she would virtually live in her room, only coming out to grab some food or go to the toilet. Her room was a complete mess. She rarely hung up her clothes, so she always looked like she was wearing something that had come straight from the laundry basket.
Her depression caused her to become paranoid and behave weird. Because of this, the bros & sisters from the congregation started to avoid her. Since life at home was becoming unbearable, I tried spending as much time as I could with my friends in the cong. They got to know me, and preferred my friendship to hers. She got jealous over this, and became even more difficult to live with.
She stopped going to meetings, and would catch a bus into the City to watch movies instead. I would be worried to bits about her, because she relied on me for transport to the meetings, and she never contacted me to let me know where she was. Plus knowing her erratic behaviour, I was worried she might do something foolish.
She also ran up a huge phone bill, calling her sister who lived 1500km away. The phone was in my name, so I had to pay for it.
Plus she never paid for shared items such as toilet paper and laundry powder. I got sick of this, so one day I let the toilet paper get down to just a few sheets, with no spare rolls. I had hidden a box of tissues in my room so I was ok. She soon got the message
When we finally parted our ways, she left behind a huge pile of rubbish and furniture, which she had no intention of getting rid of. I was moving out a week after her, and one of the bros kindly got rid of the furniture. But I was livid, because if I hadn't done anything about it, we would have lost the bond.
Because of her, I refused to share ever again. I remained to that, until recently when I took in a friend who was down on his luck. He's been fine, we are good friends who understand each other and try to give each other space.
Ironic that a male is so much easier to live with than a fellow female, but that's life I guess.
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jws
My first roomates were a pair of brothers. You can take that both ways. The were JW "brothers" and they were siblings. Didn't know them all that well, but it had always been my dream to move out of the cold north to Florida and they were moving, so I went along. One brother was 17 so his parents were paying his share of rent and the other was like 19, so the parents left him on his own financially. The older one was a first-class, lazy SOB. We'll call him Todd (because that's his name). Couldn't keep a job as a waterbed salesman because he was always late and sometimes blew off work. I moved down a little later than them, and missed a job I thought was waiting for me. But I'm busting my ass working 3 jobs to pay my way. Meanwhile, Todd, thinking himself quite the lady's man is setting up dates to do things with all the new JW girls he's meeting, totally blowing off job-hunting. Meanwhile, we're getting electrical disconnects. Never did get a phone installed.
I could only take it a month and left for home, breaking the lease. The brothers got evicted shortly afterwards. Breaking that lease hung over me for another 5 years until I finally settled with the complex. Those losers should be thanking me for that because it cleared their credit too. They apparently never saw fit to settle-up.
Luckily, upon returning, I just never got back into the JW routine. So I guess I owe them for that at least.
Lived with a psycho girl about a year later.
Can't complain about other roomates though - I've had 6 others. Almost all of them were good friends that I had known for a while. One was my best friend - my brother. And no major complaints about any of them.
Have had other people who had suggested becoming roomates, but you knew from the start they were losers.
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alfie
A long time ago, in another place, I shared a place with a buddy who never did his dishes, especially pots and pans. One day I needed a frying pan(we had five in the place). I couldn't find ONE! Finally I looked in the oven, and there were all five dirty and stacked one atop another. I was a wee bit choked. The one thing that really drove me crazy was his fiance's habit of preaching to me. They were "born again" and I was just about anything but what they were. I drank, smoked, caroused, anything that brought me carnal pleasure was fair game. My buddy and I shared a one bedroom apartment and I slept in the living room.I slept in the raw(still do). Janice (my buddy's fiance) used to pick him up for church on Sunday mornings. I naturally, was usually still sleeping, or hung over or whatever. When I was conscious, Janice would lecture me on EVIL things like drinking, smoking, carousing, or whatever her SIN OF THE DAY happened to be. I finally got tired of it all one Sunday and jumped out of bed, grabbed her and gave her one monstrous, juicy kiss. Man the look on her face and the colour of her blush was SO red, that she never preached to me again. That solved one problem with my roommate. His being a slob, I think he probably still is one.
alfie
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vanilla sky
Oh man i love this topic. My living situation is a nightmare. I have two roomates. The one has a little Chiwahwa. This little germ barks at his own shadow. He poos in little paterns to time out excactly where i will be walking. Diging dog poo out from in between your toes can get quite annoying. She talks to this little parasite in that baby dog talk all day and all night. She dresses it up in little mexican outfits and parades it around the house. Its discusting.
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Aztec
This is a funny topic. My experiences haven't been nearly as bad as most of yours have. When I first moved out of my parents house I moved on with a friend from work. She had a two bedroom house and her brother was "temporarily" living with her. He was supposed to move out so I could have the room. 3 months later he was still living there and I was still sleeping on the couch even though I paid half the bills and he paid none. On top of that he hit on me constantly and her teenage nephew who lived across the street started to spend the night and do the same. I had no privacy, was getting hit on by 2 guys I had no interest in and the final straw was when she started to treat me like a kid and tell me what to do. I couldn't take it so I moved back in with my parents. I decided getting harassed by my parents to go to meetings was far less annoying.
~Aztec
Oh yeah definatly don't date us chicks with kids! We're trouble.
Edited by - Aztec on 7 December 2002 18:37:45