Dirty Laundry Attack
She wasn’t the worst person in the whole world, but she made it so unbearable that I moved out a few months before the end of the spring semester. At first she was fine, no big red flags, but she didn’t have her own laptop (this was in 2005,) so she would frequently borrow mine.
Not a huge deal, but I’d sometimes come home to find her midway through an hours-long project when I needed to do my own homework. So I’d just wait to start mine after dinner. She would go to bed rather early, like 9pm, and she would sit up in bed and sigh and say my typing was keeping her up and could I just not type please. (??)
She would be using my laptop when I’d get msn messenger alerts from friends/fam, and she’d see the messages pop up, and she’d close them out and not tell me anything.
There was one from a family I’d been a nanny for the last 2 years of high school, and their special needs boy was being hospitalized in an emergency situation, and I completely missed the messages because she’d close them and not tell me.
Side note: I am from the US, and was in college in another country where I couldn’t call home as often as I’d have liked, so msn messenger was my primary means of keeping in touch with fam/friends from back home. The two of us shared a bathroom with the room next to ours which housed two other women.
The bathroom doors would lock from the inside for privacy. Despite the 4 of us having an agreement of knocking anytime the door was closed, my roommate would constantly lock both doors when she would shower or use the bathroom, and EVERY SINGLE TIME would forget/neglect to unlock the other door, so the neighbors couldn’t access the bathroom.
I couldn’t tell you how many times I heard banging on the other side of the bathroom for their side to be unlocked. The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she took her laundry down to the basement laundry room.
The machines were frequently out of order or just always in use. It was common to go up and down several times before being able to actually start laundry, but for some reason one day, she came back up in a RAGE, and started throwing her dirty laundry all over our room. Including on me. That was it.
I got up, walked out and down the dorm hallway, and asked my sweet kind friend whose roomie had moved out after fall semester if she would allow me to move into her room. I just couldn’t take the crazy any longer. Thankfully my kind friend was happy to have me move into her room, and I finished out that year with much less stress! Story credit: Reddit / KeyAdhesiveness6424