Freshman Roommate From Hell
I will preface by saying that I started at my university in the spring semester after getting into my dream school at the tail end of a major depressive episode that had me dropping out of community college. I moved three and a half hours out to university for a fresh start, and it has been. I completely love my university and everything here. Living in the mountains has done wonders for my mental health, and I have found my forever friends through my sorority. (Quick edit: Just found out I made the Deans List for this semester. Things do get better for anyone who thinks they won’t, I assure you they will. Keep going!!) My roommate (i’ll call her Jen) has been the only downside of this entire semester.
At the first meeting her everything was completely fine. We got along when we first met and slowly started to get to know each other, going to a dining hall, walking to and from class together, and talking at night. After the first week of classes, she asked me if I would be alright if her boyfriend came to visit. I said yes because I wanted to get along with Jen and didn't mind, as I was moving into her room, she had already been living in it for the first semester. The only issue I had was how many things she had in the room, but I figured she would take some of them home, as her previous roommate had dropped out and she had been living in the dorm alone for about a month or so. She didn't find out that I was moving in until after she had gone home for winter break, so I wasn't too worried about the state of the room. I thought everything was great starting off, but little did I know I had been roomed with satan incarnate.
Her boyfriend came to visit, and they immediately got drunk in the room. I didn't really mind, I mean, we go to a known party school in the Appalachian mountains, so it's not like there isn't much else to do. What I didn't realize was the arguments that would start with the alcohol. He was one of the most insecure men I had ever met in my life, and they were arguing about her cheating on him. He started crying, she started crying, and then they continued.
The next night, they got drunk once again but also smoked a blunt outside the dorm building. When they came back in, they decided to have a painting "date," which really meant they were sitting in front of the door to the dorm, so I was effectively trapped inside. They finally went to bed and I was miserable when I went to bed. Waking up the next morning, Martin Luther King Day, I woke up to her boyfriend's bare white ass, quickly realizing that they had sex in the room while I was asleep. Thirteen days after I had first moved in.
I was completely furious, walking to the dining hall to cool down, staying there for about two and a half hours before I was calm enough to go back. As the next couple of weeks progressed, Jen’s boyfriend came back each weekend; she never asked, mind you, and each weekend was pretty much a repeat of the weekend from hell.
The weekend of Valentine's Day, I was having my bid day for my sorority, and she had mentioned that she and her friend were going to her friend's university to spend the day before Valentine's Day there, and then she was going to her boyfriend's for Valentine's Day but he didn't know she was going to her friend's university before coming to see him. I was having this small little inkling that she was going to cheat on her boyfriend that night, and ding ding ding ding ding I was right. How he found out. That was a whole other issue.
A couple of weekends later, he comes to visit and unexplicably leaves on Monday morning without telling her. When she texts him, asking him where he is, he sends a photo of the diary page in which she admits to cheating on him. Y'all, I kid you not, this man read her diary. They go into this entire argument, and I'm hearing everything as my roommate calls multiple different friends to talk about what happened. Little did I know this was only the start.
They come to the agreement that she needs to either cut off all her friends and stay with him, or they can break up, and she can keep her friends. That weekend, while she was deciding whether or not they were able to stay together, she invited the person she had cheated on her boyfriend with to our dorm, where he stayed for the weekend. Later, I find out her friends are going to be pregaming in our apartment, and when I say friends, I mean seven people. We live in just a standard dorm, and this place is in no way big enough to fit three people, let alone nine. I was miserable. My dad had been planning a weekend to watch a sports event with me, planning his entire day around us watching this on FaceTime together, and we weren't able to do it because of her and her friends.
They went out, I was able to watch the tail end of the event with my dad, and then started playing Among Us with my younger sister and her best friend. Jen and all of her friends come back and continue to drink, this time playing a drinking game in which one of her friends stripped. While I was on FaceTime with my sixteen-year-old sister and her best friend. I was furious, talking with her the next day about having that many people over without telling me.
She and her boyfriend decided to break up, and she went into one of the biggest depressive episodes I have ever seen. She stopped going to class, stopped cleaning after herself, stopped cleaning herself, even going as far as skipping the midterm of our shared class, and went home early for spring break. She didn’t take the trash out before break mind you so the entire room was filled with trash and open soda cans. Over spring break, I met with my therapist, and we spent a whole session crafting and sending a message to Jen about setting boundaries and communication. To this day, she hasn't even read it, and we've moved out.
The room just kept getting messier. She stopped showering. I haven't seen her brush her teeth since spring break (second week of march). The longest stint she has ever gone without showering was two and a half weeks, going to two frat parties and swim practice without showering. She didn't pick up a broom or vacuum the entire semester and was throwing trash over her bed and onto my side of the room. She only cleaned when her one friend was coming over to pregame, this time actually asking me if it was alright. She wasn’t going to bed until 2-3 am and kept all of the lights on in the room (thank god for my sleep mask) and played video games with her boyfriend the whole time on facetime, out loud mind you.
I guess she and her boyfriend have gotten back together now, but he hasn't come to visit at all. We're moving out this week, and I'll be out in three days. I took so many photos and videos of how awful the room was (not going to post here so i don’t dox my university). The entire semester, I refused to have anyone come over because of how disgusting her 2/3 of her room was (she never moved her things out, and I only had 1/3 of the room). I am living with someone in my sorority family next semester and can not wait until I am out of this living situation.
Also, she fully believes that in her past life, she was a little boy who died in the Holocaust. She told me with a straight face that she had watched her entire past life, and it ended when she was in the gas chamber. I wish I was kidding.
TLDR: my nightmare roommate was a unhygienic cheater who dragged me into her business