I typed this a while on the other roommate thread but I didn't have much time then so I'll add some missing parts, although really, it would take pages to describe everything.
So I was in a program where you go to a 'regular college' but are in a program for learning disabled kids where you receive tutoring and other things that you may need help with, such as emotional issues, cooking, or how to use your money wisely.
She (my roommate) hated to be there (in Florida) and wanted to be back home with her many, many boyfriends. Her parents basically forced her into this college thing...at the beginning, she never talked and was always sulking.
I was afraid too, in general, because it was the first time being away from what I knew and with my high anxiety, it wasn't easy to begin with, let alone my roommate who was constantly upset. I tried to ask her if she wanted to go to the mall, for a walk, to the beach and other things and this was over weeks and weeks. Sometimes she went but most of the time it was awkward; it was obvious that I was not being of help to distract her from wanting to go home.
Just a few of the many--
We had a separate schedule and classes at different times but we went to the same place for tutoring and we were generally both back in the apartment by 6pm.
She went to classes on random occasions. She went to tutoring and to the supermarket on occasion also, although never with a good or happy attitude.
Thanksgiving came and we both flew back home to be with our families for Thanksgiving. That Saturday, we were to fly back- she was from Pittsburgh, I am from Philly.
She ran away as her mom pleaded with her to get on the plane to Florida. She missed her flight. Her mom made next day reservations and nearly had to FORCE her to get on the flight the following day. She got back to the apartment in the middle of the night and didn't use the key to enter but rather knocked on the door.
All hell literally broke loose after that.
She never went out of the apartment, and wouldn't go to school/tutoring. So, she would eat my groceries, even the ones I kept in my room.
She would throw up in a bowl and put it in the fridge. Yup. Appetizing, eh?
I was doing group work at night or something and then went to the supermarket. I got back at 10pm. She locked me out of the apartment. (its one of those slide locks they have in hotels where the only the person inside can open it. It doesn't have to be used, there was just a regular lock also). As I said, I had just gone to the grocery store so I had many packages. (Oh, and at that time, I didn't have a car so I rode my bike everywhere.) (She also didn't have a car.) I called the nightime program aide for help and he came. My roommate said something to the effect of "I'm fully naked and if you come in, it's called rape"... the lock was eventually broken and, well, she was nude.
She threatened suicide nightly. And I mean every single night. After a few nights of me crying and being worried and calling the program night supervisor, I was told it was to get attention and to ignore it (it was an event that happened often at home too, apparently). It was hard for me...I had my own issues and now she's eating my food, crying loudly, talking on the phone in the middle of the night, and threatening suicide.
Meanwhile, I am trying to make my meals, do my homework and get some sleep.
She called Dr. Phil to "tattle tale" on me. If I hadn't been crying from all the crazy events, I would have laughed. Apparently she was watching the show and at the end, Dr. Phil was asking people to call and possibly be on the show if they were attached to an item from their younger years and couldn't give it up. I have my baby blanket which I always have with me at night and so that was her reasoning for calling the Dr. Phil show. Funny enough, they called back to interview me. I declined.
She took my blanket that night and told me she cut it and threw it out. I was a basket case. Long story short, she gave it back to me after much threatening.
Her boyfriends (back home) would call me in the middle of the night/or IM me to tell me that she would do "something" (kill herself) and it would be my fault. I was feeling helpless. There wasn't a thing I could do. I'd IM her and try to talk logically with her but there was no logic within her. She wanted what she wanted and there was no other road.
She would have phone sex with her boyfriend(s) in the middle of the night. Loudly.
Every morning I'd get up and her bedroom door would be closed. I'd go to school and go on with my business.
One day I got up and her bedroom door was open. I looked inside and she wasn't in her room. She wasn't in her bathroom. She wasn't in the apartment. I knew something was up. After 2 days of searching, her mother found that she booked a flight home on her credit card.
She was nowhere to be found. She was not at her house. She was not at her boyfriend(s) houses (or we were all led to believe). The boyfriend(s) mothers all swore that she was not living there. Days later, it was determined she was indeed living at one of her boyfriends houses.
I now had the apartment to myself. My food to myself. Even the bowl of throw up to clean up by myself!!!
It was a weird feeling, kinda depressing (although not sure why). I wanted to be excited and happy I no longer had to deal with it but there was a part of me which was empty and I cried. I still went along with what I had to do but I just wasn't me without her. I guess it was just different, my life had changed and I wasn't used to it (even though it was definitely better). It really hit me hard for some reason and I couldn't understand why. It took me some time but realized that there was no reason for me to be upset, but rather thankful.
Thankfully, her mother paid her portion of the rent until the lease was up. I then moved into a 1 bedroom apartment and swear I will NEVER live with a roommate.
I hope you have a much better experience.
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