– Hubby and I lived in shared accommodation for about 3 and a half years of our 5 year relationship. For 2 of those years, we lived with an English nurse and a personal trainer/my high school gym teacher (they’re a couple). Yah. It got weird. They were great, but the personal trainer left his personal training shit everywhere. He owned the house so we couldn’t say anything, but we couldn’t walk anywhere without tripping over a bike wheel or a folder full of stuff. We had to move cos they were moving to Queensland.
– From there we moved in to another couple’s house. This bloke was a builder and his girlfriend (9 and a half years younger than her) was a telemarketer who lost her job and worked in a winery. She was amazing. Hubby and I got along with her so well. She was out of work for a couple of months so she tended to the 7 (count it, 7) fish tanks they had. Tropical fish. They had two dogs and a cat. The cat sort of became our cat because the couple would go away, take the dogs, ask the next door neighbour to feed the fish, and they’d ask us to mind the cat. I didn’t mind because I loved the cat.
The builder was an absolute neat freak. I would leave a knife for two minutes while I went to the toilet or answered the door, and when I’d come back, he’d be on my case. If I was still using it, he’d wash it anyway to avoid the build up. Which made no sense when he invited four Korean men (who barely spoke English) to move in with us. Four Korean men plus hubby and I, plus the original couple and the builder’s two 8 year old twin boys from his first marriage in a four bedroom house? He ended up basically moving out of the house himself, leaving his master bedroom spare while four Koreans lived in one bedroom, hubby and I lived in another, and he kept one spare for his kids (that were never there).
The Koreans were so messy! Food everywhere, water everywhere, the toilet was never flushed or cleaned by them, they ate our food, the bathroom was filthy. And the builder always blamed us for the mess. They were loud, stayed up all night laughing and shouting in Korean, invited MORE people to stay in their room…the place became a halfway house for Korean people. There was no room for us to have a friend over because they always occupied whatever free space there was. I couldn’t breathe. The whole place was suffocating.
I haven’t even told you the worst roommate.
– Hubby and I moved out of town (back when we didn’t have a car) and we moved in with this old lady. She was almost 60+, and she was on a huge amount of meds. She had bipolar disorder and we think she may have been schizophrenic. Anyway. For the first month or two everything went well. We got along, went about our daily lives. I turned 18 and everything changed. She overdosed on her meds and went insane. She threatened us, screamed at us, threatened to kill herself and just went basically batshit crazy. We’d always pay bills early, but she would hound us for money because we supposedly never paid. She went by 3 different names, at least.
Once while hubby was at the course he was doing at the time, she asked me to drive her to the hospital in her car. I didn’t have my license so I said I couldn’t do it but I’d call someone to come get her. She threw herself to the ground screaming at me that she was having her third heart attack in twenty minutes and that I was a selfish cow for not driving her. Our other roommate got home, took her to the hospital and came home alone, saying they were keeping her in for psych evaluation tests.
She was released a month later and was very apologetic…for about ten minutes. The lawn hadn’t been mown so she went absolutely ballistic again and overdosed on her meds again. By this point, we had someone 24 years younger than her living there, saying he was in love with her and planned to stay with her forever, because she could get him drugs. He was doing drugs in the living room in front of their annoying yap dog that wasn’t trained at all. We finally managed to get out and move in with the English nurse and personal trainer.
Now we live in our own house with hubby’s brother and our friend. Everyone pays their way, everyone cleans up after themselves/each other. We’re a good team. I thank my lucky stars we aren’t living with batshit crazy people anymore, haha!