Just moved to Halifax, barely met roommates before moving in. Ended up moving in with a control freak who dictated where even my groceries went in the house. Stole or broke my kitchenware. Wanted to lock up my dog in my room, whilst his/her 3-4 dogs ran loose and barked (dogs present constantly changing since he/she fostered dogs but had to give them back because they were not trainable—this coming from a supposed dog trainer. Really, it was just her original dog that would attack them—and listening to their cries was unbearable. The dogs the roommate had were just mere possessions so he/she could feel in control. Then saying that I couldn’t use the kitchen table, chairs or shower since they were apparently belonging to him/her. I finally said “Fuck this, you’re crazy, getting outta here.” You said I didn’t respect you and I told you that you didn’t know what respect was. You called the cops and said I stole your laptop on the day I was moving out, which was really shitty of you since that didn’t happen, but thankfully they could see what you were up to. So glad to be moved out of there and away from the crazy dog house. No wonder your partner dumped you—go drown your sorrows in more alcohol and country music—at least now I won’t have to suffer through that. I hope the two new puppies you got don’t pay the price of your careless ways.
Beware of your new roommates folks. Living with randoms, never fun. —Free
This article appears in Jul 26 – Aug 1, 2012.
Congratulations, OB, on your new found freedom from you ex-transgendered,control-freak, dog-abusing,psychopathic room mate….
…wait, what?
Didn’t you do an interview before moving in?
How about ground rules? You set them first, right?
Live and learn kid.
welcome to the world of co-habitation. you will never get me sharing a place with antone, ever again. i have been there, with both male and female roomies. and it was no fucking picnic with either sex.
most are just lazy ass fucks, who think that because they help pay rent, that they should be lord of the realm. uhuh, no fucking way. and even best friends, can be each others throats in no time.
findd the cheapest fucking place you can, by yourself, and get the fuck away from this insane shit. it might be pretty tight for awhile, but you will still have your sanity.
Hopefuly your roommates didn’t pee on the kitchen chairs and shower to mark their possessions.
Hey GP, who is this “Antone”? Is he your gay bestie?
Alcohol and country music just leads to suicide.
senor, maybe he’s hoping.