Living with other people is the worst

I live in a house with six women.

It is ridiculous and dramatic, and I need a bit of a break.

Tell me your awful roommate stories so I don't kill the ladies I live with. I'll share some stories after you guys start.

 

I worked graveyards where I had to be at work at 2am. I lived with one guy who was 29 the other guy was 35ish, a couple downstairs both 30 and seven children that would come and go all under 13. House was fucking crazy at times and really hard to sleep. The youngest kid was 5 and he was awesome.

 

when i lived with 12 other ladies we had set rules.. and thing ran very smoothly...

when i moved and lived with 2 drug addict drunk ladies.. it was hell. they'd eat my food then complain if i ate theirs.. they left half full beers around.. cigarettes around.. roaches all over the place.
they never cleaned anything.. didn't wash their dishes. used my meat-free pans to cook meat in :frown: had parties at all hours of the night and day.

i could go on.. but this is annoying me..

 

We have made set rules, and things were running fantastically.

There is just one girl with a major attitude problem and it is brining everyone down. I've tried talking to her and telling her that her comments are rude/offensive and she claims she's just "being real".

And everyone steals my butter I don't even like or use butter very often, but whenever I need it there is none to be found.

 

Gather around all 5 other women. Go in circles intervention style calling that girl out and after you're all done telling her why she's a bitch just say you're all "keeping it real."

 

I live with my girlfriend, my best girl and my best boy and them two are together. They work shift work hours so my door is always open. Because of the work hours friends pop in and out 24/7. I love it.
Thought I think 6-12 people is way overboard. Especially women. Especially non gay women. =|

 

that grossed me out booga..uke:

 

No Wonder Your So Happy About Where You Live Now....:sunny:



Cheers Glen.

 

I lived with 4 other guys in a house for two years during university before I moved in with the girlfriend. It was good times.

 

lol yes.. either it's gotta be a lotof people and rules.. or just me.. the boyfriend doesn't go back to work until the 7th.. i was ready for him to go back a week ago.. i just like to be alone most the day..

 

never had to live with anyone...not gonna start

 

my first roommate stole my socks and school supplies, never showered, and gave my computer the worst virus i've ever encountered.

my next two roommates were great.

after the two good ones came the guy who refused to clean up after himself, period. i cleaned up after both of us for a while, but i couldn't keep up with his garbage production so i eventually gave up. our living room became known by our friends as "the wasteland" because the entire floor was just garbage scattered across the room.

my next roommate told the head of residence life (this was a university owned apartment) that i was doing coke in the room. i wasn't, hadn't even tried it at that point. he was just a piece of shit who wanted his own apartment. anyway, residence life searched my shit and found a good amount of pot, so i was rendered homeless after that.

my last roommate was by far the worst. heroin addict/sociopath. i was literally wanted by the police just for living in the same apartment as this guy. i'm not even going to go into detail about him, because then i'll just get really pissed.

i've lived alone for the last 5 1/2 years, and have no intention of changing that anytime soon.

 

although i could mention that one of the two had a habit of getting blackout drunk and pissing all over the floor.

 

I have a sneaking suspicion it was you pissing on the floor, and then telling his hungover ass that it was him.

 

I guess my stories don't compare to any of yours.

I've had a few flatmates in my life. I say flatmate because I had a roommate from South Africa say to me once "Why do you Americans say 'roommates?' we aren't sharing a room, we are sharing a flat." He made a good point.

The worst I've had is the typical does-not-clean-after-himself and he left half-full sodas all over the place in a tiny dorm room. (I guess you can call him a roommate in this situation couldn't ya).

 

did I live with you in college

 

I prefer living with roommates. When I live alone, I'm much more likely to spend all my free time outside my place.

I did have a fairly annoying Congolese roommate who would always give terrible advice in long barely comprehensible diatribes, play loud Congolese music at odd hours, and would always be really incessant on knowing where I went everytime I left the house. He got more annoying as time went by, and I wanted to spend less time with him. When I didn't eat at the same time he ate he seemed offended.

Every other roommate I've had I'm good friends with to this day.

 

i have never lived with roommates... and i am glad!!
i think when i was younger, and now too- - i would have been the shit roommate you hated........
with heavy heavy beers, and bad filth, and loud loud music, and hard times!....... hahahaha!!

but now i live with my girlfriend, and it is a pretty great thing!
the things i love about living with her, and the things i loved about being alone........
but it is a great thing to be with her, and even though i do feel like in a lot ways i am a bachelor and man-apart for life - - maybe i feel apart from the world, but it is better to be with her!!

 

At 18 I lived with two guys in a sweet place, it was great, we smoked lots of pot and had great parties. Later one of the guys moved out, and another replaced him. He was a bit more straight edge, and eventually caused lots of drama, to the point where him and my other room mate didn't speak for a while and they would communicate by slipping notes under each others bedroom doors.

In Australia I lived with three girls and two guys, two of which were a couple. They were mostly 18 or 19, and there was hella drama at times. One girl threw fits every time someone took some of her food or whatever, and it was always the same guy doing it. We had great times, but I could never live with young people again, and especially not young girls. Wow, what a headache at times.

Now I live with my girlfriend in a great house, and it's as good as it gets, at least so far.

 

My mate ate meat. I stopped. You do the math.