no room for you inside my house

Oh that sounds bad. I only had one male roommate and that was my brother in college. He drove me nuts. Other than that there was on gal that shared an appartment and I told her, her time was up. I hated coming home from work and the place was full of people I don't know because it was party central. I could understand it, she JUST moved out from her parents place and she was in party mode, but honestly I was a year older and so past that.

I've never had a roommate. I think it would really be bad if you got a bad one because of the stories I hear just like yours.

Sounds to me that your friends are a good judge of character. Poor you, that must have been a terrible experience for you. Good job you got shot of him.

Oh, poor you. Yeah, I've had several people I've felt like this with (it stands to reason since I've had over 20 roommates in 8 years -- I move a lot). I'm actually living it right now. I made the HUGE mistake of asking a friend of mine who was moving out of a dorm if she wanted to move in with me and my roommate and it's been a huge regret since she accepted. I actually remember sitting on my balcony the week before she moved in thinking, "I am going to regret this". And sure enough, 4 months later, I do. She's not a TERRIBLE roommate, but she's not great either. Her dishes sit in the sink for days on end and rarely cleans, monopolizes the TV, has constant drama in her life that I have to listen to endlessly, has demanded my cat stay in my bedroom ONLY and just plain out makes me feel uncomfortable in my own home. I guess I'll leave first, though, since I'm already planning to move in the next few months.

Well having lived through the Hippie days of the 60's it was a natural thing in Detroit to share crash pads with like persons enjoying the same life style! It usually went pretty well! There were a few though that were kind of phony and took the free love thing a little to far! We had to protect the gals against some of the pervs! LOL! tdemex

Hi jb! We used to share our own flat with my hubby's relatives, for some time we were living together as one family but on some instances we don't get to be in good terms like sharing of housework and basic expenditures that ought be burdened by everybody instead of my husband paying for everything. It was a relief when they decided to move out and find their own place. And now we all have the privacy with me and my husband living alone in our own place. Good Day!

when i was working in a place far from home, i had to share a house with another officemate because the rent was so high. we got along just fine in the first few weeks but as time passed by, there are things about her that annoyed me greatly and i think she was also annoyed by some of the things i did too. to make the long story short, there are really some people that you cannot get along with no matter how much you try. we all have different characteristics that other people find annoying. and unless you are both willing to compromise, there is really no way to live with each other. i guess this also applies with married people or people in relationships. but i havent actually experienced living with a psycho before. thank goodness!

I have, I had a friend and her husband move in with me because they were looking for a place to live, it was to be for two weeks at the most and two weeks turned into two months! Yikes! I didn't deal with it well because they didn't want to pick up after themselves and I ended up doing work for everyone else until one day I just blew up! I told them I wasn't their maid and they needed to find a place as soon as possible, I couldn't take it anymore! they ended up finding their own place not long after but I couldn't wait to be free of them.

Oh jb...too many times. My first apartment was with my husband & I and another couple and tons of people on the weekends that just spent the nite. I moved out when the woman hit on me. Then there was my 2nd husband and a guy I lived with...not good flatmates at all. Currently it is just me and my daughter and I like it that way. I would let a friend stay for a bit if they were in a bind but I really love having my own place. No more room mates living with me and no more boyfriends living with me.

Other than one year in Germany where I had my own room but there were 4 roommates, I've only ever lived with my parents and my husband. The husband's status is iffy right about now...

Does an ex-husband count? LOL! I haven't had that problem but many, many years ago my brother shared an apartment with a friend of his who turned out to be more of a slob than my brother and, suddenly, my brother had standards! He hated that he had to clean up after his friend and he was also irritated by his friend's habit of falling asleep with the television in his bedroom blaring so loudly that my brother would wake up several times every night by the noise. They didn't live together for very long as I recall.

That's scary. It's a good thing he moved out first. If not, you better moved out better he did something. Well, we might be exaggerating but a house suppose to act as our hide out, a place to feel relax and at ease. Not to be afraid something might happen as soon as you close your eyes. I lived with others before return home. But I never had any experience like you. I guess it's a good thing or I'll remember it for the rest of my life.

When I was in college I stayed in a boarding house wherein a room was shared by 4 people. I had one room mate who was a little oversized and since there was very small room for movement, she would almost always bump on something, either my or my other roommates' personal belongings, or hers. My other room mates didn't like her but I felt they were discriminating just because she wasn't our "size", so I was always on her side. One time I was working on a term paper and all my neatly typed reports (using a typewriter - no computers back then) were spread on the table, when she came crushing in with a bottle of soda, and spilled it on all my papers. I was left in shock, as I had to submit it on the following day. I could have pulled all her hair and erased her face right that moment, but tact got the better of me and I just said, can you help me clean this mess? I had to re-do everything and didn't sleep all night to finish the paper. It was terrible. I stopped talking to her for almost two months, but also realized it wasn't her fault if she was fat, maybe just a little clumsy and perhaps has low self-esteem. We kissed ma made up later on. I felt sad when she moved out and found another boarding house on the following semester, while my 2 other room mates rejoiced.

No, I never experienced having room mates, thankfully. I don't think I will be able to get along with them. I like living with just hubby and myself.