I had the roommates from hell. The worst part about it is that we started out being friends.
I had been dating a guy that I’ll call T. T. and I were both good friends with another guy I’ll call R. In fact, R was my best friend at the time. R. was going to school thousands of miles away, and he wanted to come home for the summer. Being a good friend, I not only paid for his ticket home, but set him up with a girl I knew he liked named C. They became a couple. Meanwhile T and I went through a pretty bad breakup.
Fast forward to the end of the summer. I was feeling blue over T, and C was upset because R had to return to college. C and I decided to move away from this small town and ended up heading to Colorado. We got an apartment, and were roommates.
C and R continued to have a long distance relationship. C spent hours on the phone with R every night - leaving me alone, and without a way to even meet people since if they called, they’d get a busy signal. For 5 hours. C refused to get call waiting, she said she wouldn’t answer it if it buzzed.
No matter, I was happy for R, he’d been wanting a relationship for years. I tried to ignore the fact that I essentially didn’t have a phone. I looked forward to seeing R, when he came to visit for Thanksgiving. That is, until R and C made it very clear that they didn’t want me around at all. I’m not talking “we want some time just the two of us.” I was basically not supposed to be in my own apartment.
We had a nice Thankgiving - inviting over about 10 people, none of whom we knew well because we’d just moved to town. Dinner wasn’t even finished when R and C retired to their bedroom (right off the dining area in our small apartment) and proceeded to have loud sex. That was fun, me and 10 guests, with grunts coming from the bedroom.
R never did go back to school. He moved in with us. Which was actually OK with me, at first. I figured they’d eventually stop being so inclusive and turn into a normal couple, who wanted to be alone at times, but wanted to be social at times. No biggy. But no, it never happened. At least not with me. As it turns out, years later I found out that C had grown increasingly jealous of me, and was sure I was trying to make the moves on R. Never mind that R and I had been friends for years before C ever came in the picture, and had long since straightened out any sexual type relationship between us.
For Christmas, R & C were housesitting a house in the mountains. I was invited up for Christmas dinner (nice of them not to leave me alone on Christmas day). I got a frantic call Christmas morning - they’d “forgotten” to buy food for Christmas dinner. I was to stop and buy whatever I could find. It was Christmas Day - all the grocery stores were closed. We ended up eating pasta from the convenience store.
About a month later, I came home to find T in the house. Being my ex-boyfriend with whom I’d had a horrible breakup, I wasn’t to excited about this. Turns out he took a job at a ski resort about 3 hours away, and was visiting for the weekend. OK, I can deal with this. One weekend turned into every weekend. Pretty soon he didn’t go home during the week. I figured out about 4 days in that he’d been invited to move in with us. Without me knowing. Without my approval. He was suddenly living in my living room.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Luckily we had a 6 month lease, which was about to be up. I found another place, another roommate, and was out of there.