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.

The Nightmare Apartment Share in the West Village