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College Pal Turned Roommate Gets Real Mean Real Fast

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My last roommate did NOT work out. I met Carrie the first month of school my freshman year of college and we became fast friends. We lived together on and off throughout college, and upon graduation decided to get an apartment together since both of us wanted to stay in LA and were super broke. Things were fine for the first 6 months.

Then in December I came home from work one day and there was a BIG BAG OF ECSTASY on the kitchen table. Carrie was dealing to her "friends" in anticipation of a rave she going to. Needless to say this made me super nervous that I was living with a drug dealer and god knows who was coming to my apartment to get drugs.

A few weeks later Carrie went to another rave in Vegas and left her car in our lone parking spot for a week. When she got back I asked her to give me a heads up in the future that she would be using the spot for so long, and this is when she became verbally abusive. She screamed at me about the dishes. She shouted that I did not clean enough and that I am a huge burden. I decided to have a grown up chat with her about how things are tense and she informed me that she has been RUNNING AN EXPERIMENT ON ME where she intentionally left clothes and dishes all over the apartment because it pissed her off that I put things away. She was doing some crazy mind-game shit to me.

This combined with her rampant drug use and the fact that she was practically running a brothel out of her bedroom (boning like 9 guys who were less sanitary than gum on the bottom of your shoe) was too much. I said we should not renew our lease together and she replied that she has already signed a new one and is moving out in a few weeks. Didn't bother telling me that I will very soon need to cover all the rent.

After that she would periodically yell at me and give belittling speeches, forcing me into therapy. The last weekend we were in the apartment together I had internet installed since she scheduled our current internet to be shut off (also without a heads up). She wakes up while the cable guy is here and curses me out for being inconsiderate and disrespectful, and says that she hates me and she will not miss living with me at all. We haven't spoken since. Oh, and she also left a bunch of rotting food and her bike behind, so I had to deal with all of that.