- 1 year ago
- Wedding: August 2018 - Melbourne, Australia
Oh man. Reading all these posts is giving me horrible flashbacks from my house sharing days lol.
Currently live with my husband and our kitty (who hates all other humans besides us).
Okay.. this will be a novel comment, and I really don’t expect anyone to read the whole thing haha.
Share house 1:
I had just moved interstate by myself.. I was 22, and felt like a change. At first, the house seemed great. The lady who owned the house was cool, she had a cute toddler and a little dog, all very nice. The other housemate was cool too, he was a nurse and generally quiet. But soon enough I realise it wasn’t ideal. The owner lady was filthy.. she would leave uncovered raw meat out on the bench for days and days, and semi-cooked food in pots and pans on the stove for up to a week (I think she’d start cooking, then get distracted and go to her boyfriends house for a few days). The kitchen constantly stunk. I refused to clean it. The nurse housemate would always use my soap and leave what looked like pubes all over it. Then another housemate moved in, he didn’t work and was at home all the time smoking pot in his room and playing video games really loudly at all hours of the night. He also had a pet cockatoo called Harry, who would fly around the house at full speed and squawk so loudly, he also swore lol.. you’d walk inside and there would be Harry, going “Allo! What the f–k are ya doin?” I lasted about 6 months, and moved out.
Share house 2:
It was a huge two storey family home. Mum, Dad and four teenagers had bedrooms upstairs. I shared downstairs with another couple. The deal was I paid slightly higher rent in return for dinner cooked a few nights a week. Well, the Dad worked away, the Mum was an alcoholic who would spend every night at the pub getting home too late and too inebriated to cook, and the teenagers would just destroy the kitchen, making such a mess every day. I basically lived off takeaway lol. The Dad was a drummer, who would play his drum kit all hours of the day and night when he was home.. like even at 3am. It was in the garage right next to my room. I don’t think I slept for the 3 months I lived there. The other couple downstairs were nice, but really not hygienic. The guy would get home late from his restaurant job, make a huge stinky mess in the toilet, sometimes he wouldn’t even flush, and he would sit on the toilet for ages at 11pm at night talking loudly on the phone to his relatives overseas. The bathroom was attached to my room, so I could hear and smell everything. The girl in the couple was quiet and nice, but the final straw for me was when I went in to have a shower just after she had exited the bathroom, and saw a filthy bloody tampon on the floor. I was like NOPE, I’M OUT. Oh yeah, and I was paying $275 a week to live there, my room was so tiny, I had no cupboard space and I had no window. And I didn’t even have a key for the house, because they literally never locked the door. Ever. Even if they went away. The Mum said the kids would lose their keys all the time, so they just decided to stop locking the house.
Share house 3:
A lovely 3 bedroom house in a quiet street. A young woman around my age had rented the house and was looking for housemates. She seemed really nice, she was at uni, we had a lot of shared interests and seemed to click well, so I agreed to move in. Unfortunately, she was also very unwell mentally. Of course, you cannot condemn someone for their mental health struggles, and there is absolutely no shame in it, but goodness.. it was a little nervewracking at times. One day I got home from work, asked her how her day was, she said “Great! I’ve been drawing!” and I thought oh cool, she’s been doing some art, that’s nice. And then she lifted her shirt and showed me her ‘drawings’…. carvings in to her own abdomen with a knife. I took her to hospital. She was very familiar with the psychiatric ward at our local hospital, she’d checked herself in quite a lot. Really sad 🙁 She was in there one time and asked me to bring her a bag of clothes and toiletries, and told me to not mind the mess in the bathroom. I was absolutely not prepared for what she meant… there were razorblades and blood EVERYWHERE. All over the bathroom. It looked like a crime scene. Another time, I was away visiting family for a couple of weeks in summer, and when I got back she was nowhere to be found but the house stunk like rotted food so bad… she’d used my electric frypan to make something, and then had a bad turn and ended up back in the mental health hospital. Whatever she had cooked was still in my frypan on the kitchen bench, covered in mould and absolutely reeked. We had another housemate who would never pay rent on time, always brought random people over to stay for days at a time (like different people every week), they’d party when I’d be trying to sleep for work, she was a hairdresser who was in to her funky hair colours – looked cool, but she ruined so many of my towels with bleach and dye. Then the other housemate got a dog, who was a lovely Cocker Spaniel, but unfortunately he suffered from separation anxiety. Any time he was left alone in the house, he would destroy things – he chewed and ruined the skirting boards, chairs, window sills.. poor doggo.
Share house 4:
Lovely house and generally and okay time living there, except the guy who owned the place (and lived there) made Hitler seem like a nice guy, especially with the way he spoke to his girlfriend. He would also go in to our bedrooms and unplug all our phone chargers and move our things around etc. and would claim he couldn’t help us clean because of his “allergies” (even his girlfriend was like ‘wtf he doesn’t have allergies’). So he would watch us three women clean the house, and bark orders at us. He was just awful. He also wouldn’t let us have the heating on during winter, and every time one of us were just too cold and put it on, he would come out of whatever room he was in and would turn it off, eventually putting tape over the on switch saying “Not to be used”. We were paying our fair share of bills and rent, by the way.. and we didn’t abuse the heating, we’d only put it on when we were painfully cold. When our other housemate moved out, she turned on every powerpoint, every light and turned the heating on 28C and then left just to stick it to him LOL.
I finally saved up enough money to get my own place, and lived alone for a couple of years, and then met my now husband, and am sooooo grateful he is easy to live with haha.