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2011-03-04 08:50 pm (UTC)
A Nightmare on Oakes Street 1
My bad roommate story tops them all I believe. I moved into a room for rent in the downtown area of Everett, Washington. The house seemed fine at first but 3 days later, the truth came out. Not only did I have one bad roommate but I had an entire basement (consisting of 6 people) full of them. I moved into this house because it was advertised as a clean and sober house. The day I came to check the place out it seemed really peaceful and quiet. Nobody was around except the old lady Karen and she seemed nice. Boy was I duped. Not only did the house end up not being sober, all the roommates in the basement started shooting up heroin. There was a fat ass bitch that lived down there that would eat all my ice cream every time I bought some. One time when she was in the kitchen I said I pity the fool that eats my ice cream next time. Her heroin addicted fiancé was the “house manager”. What a joke considering he was worthless in actually doing anything.
There was a 50ish year old lady (Karen) that ended up being the most evil, unpleasant roommate I have ever had. First, practically every morning, she would stand at the bottom of the stairs and yell up at my other two roommates in her cackled voice, " I need the fucking phone" or "JILLLL, JILLLLL, KRISSSI, KRISSI". Then later on in the day after she had downed 3 or 4 tall boys things would escalate. She would begin to spy on the next door neighbor who lived in a half way house for fellons. She would talk about how much she loved him and that he had broken her heart. I was under the impression that he was her boyfriend but it ended up that he was befriended by my other roommates and the evil roommate was stalking him. A couple weeks into being here, She propositioned me for sex and I refused. I didn't know it at the time but when someone would refuse her, she would do anything in her power to get rid of them. She continued to drink and bitch everyone out and make the place so depressing and glum for the next 5 months that we finally broke.
2 weeks before christmas, I became so depressed and felt hopeless. The first thing I heard that morning was "Jill, where's the phone" I thought "fuck, what am I going to do?"
I decided to take my whole bottle of sleeping pills so I would never have to see or hear her again. She pushed me over the edge. I got out of the hospital 5 days later and thought that things might be different but when I got home I heard that things had escalated. From what I heard, Karen believed that she saved my life because her bedroom key was the same as mine and she let my dad get in to take me to the hospital. All I could think is how narcissistic Karen was to think that she saved my life.
The first thing she started nagging about is that nobody did anything around the house except her. I mentioned that she wouldn't let anyone do anything because her nagging and negativity and bitching drove everyone away. I started sweeping and mopping and she told me to go to my fucking room. I said "you bitch when nobody helps and you bitch when they help". Which is it that you want? So I told her that I had the right to stay out and help since I actually pay my share of the rent. She would go off on a crack and alcohol binge everytime she got her monthly check and when she came home she mysteriously didn't have the rent money. She then told me that it seemed that my psych meds (anti-depressants) weren't working for me. I told her that it seemed that drinking didn't seem to be working for her. This opened the can, since her favorite thing in the world is drinking.
Continued on A nightmare on oakes street 2