Everyone has had a bad roommate at some point in their lives, even if it’s your parents. The art of being a bad roommate has been perfected by the antagonist of this story.
But at least, sometimes, a bad roommate gets what’s coming to them…
This happened several years ago. I was living with my girlfriend at the time, when she unexpectedly passed. I was devastated, and knew about two or three weeks after that I simply could not continue living in the two bedroom apartment we shared.
I mentioned this to my sister, who I have always been close with, and that I was considering moving into a studio or one bedroom apartment. She had a better idea. She was my senior by a few years, and owned a house. She also happened to have an empty room that she was mostly using as a sort of home office.
I thought it was a great idea; while I wanted to be out of the apartment, I also wanted to be around people, and my sister was one of the best people I knew.
I agreed, and broke the lease on my two bedroom. The property management company was actually rather sympathetic to my situation, and I didn’t have to pay all of the usual penalties involved in breaking a lease.
The room was nice, and it was great hanging out with with my sister. I still missed my girlfriend, but things were okay.
The problem was the roommate. My sister was renting one of the three bedrooms in the house out to a renter to make the mortgage a breeze. The roommate was oddly terrible.
She was impeccably clean, always paid the rent and utilities on time. However, she said some of the most vile things imaginable – about celebrities, people on the news, and her co-workers. My sister wanted her gone, but figured it’d be less trouble to just not renew her lease rather than try to evict her.
The roommate knew why I was there. About two months in, she started suggesting that I go out and start dating again.
I ignored her or brushed her off. Then, one day, I came home to find that she had deleted the photos of my girlfriend from my desktop computer. I was enraged, but also vigilant about regular backups after reading about other people’s horror stories. So I’d really lost nothing.
I confronted her about it, and she said she’d done it…
Her words were something to the effect of: “It’s been like four months. You need to stop moping around like a bitch and get a piece of ass. I just gave you a much needed kick in the ass.”
I formed a plan and ran it by my sister. It’d likely involve her losing the revenue stream from her renter, but I could make up for that. Plus she wanted the bitch gone.
So, over the course of several evenings I recorded conversations with the roommate. This was perfectly legal, as we lived in a single-party consent state. During this conversations, the roommate ranted about her co-workers, using racial slurs in reference to her boss and other horrible things.
After I’d collected about a week or two’s worth of conversations that proved it was undoubtedly her, I sent them to her work.
She came home early the next day. Mostly because she was fired and no longer had a job.
Since she couldn’t pay rent, my sister evicted her. The girl had to move back in with her parents, an hour and a half outside of the city.
I bumped up what I was paying my sister, and life was good.
(NOTE: Life is good now; happily married. This was awful at the time, though)
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