If you’ve had more than one roommate in your life, you’ve likely had at least one bad roommate experience. Sometimes they were just minor annoyances that added up over time. I had a couple roommates who went through a “refuse to do dishes” phase. I reached the point where I had a plate, bowl, cup, and set of silverware that I would wash and hide so I could always have something to eat on. The beauty of it was they always made a big show of finally doing their dishes after days, or sometimes weeks. Like I was supposed to be super thankful they had done the absolute minimum required of any person who shares a living space.
Pretty minor, and something I can laugh about now.
But some folks have roommate experiences that can destroy their entire lives.
Like this poor lady in New York. Her story is straight nusto.