For most people, our homes are our sanctuaries. The place we go to get away from it all. So what happens when your home becomes a hell-hole, inhabited by slobs and strangers?
Michele submitted this long story that like some of the others leaves me lost for words...
"Okay. So you think you have heard it all? no way. I lived with a guy who I met through a mutual friend. I couldnt afford a flat of my own so I needed a roomate in a matter of days. He seemed nice enough & we both acknowledged that we werent attracted to the other. He was a drummer & I was an art student. That was where all the normal facts end.
After living with him about a week, he began his daily ritual of plopping his fat bottom in front of the ice box, so when I came home and walked in the door, all I saw was the door with this fat bottom sticking out from behind it and a pair of beady eyes peering over the top to see who had come in. As he shut the door, I saw the noodles of my Take Out leftovers hannging out of his mouth and his left hand reaching in the white carton to get more. NO FORK. JUST HANDS. He proceeded to attempt to offer me some which I of course refused.
He was Jewish and I was Buddhist/Vegan. So most of the time our dishes being exchanged wasnt a problem, but I came down the stairs one morning to an empty house and a full sink, riddled with some ceremonial fish that had been left there since the night before. The stench was repulsive.
When I had people over, you can forget intimacy. We lived in a three story house, of which his was the 2nd floor and mine was the top. There was no reason for him to come upstairs, yet every evening, after my shower, I would hear his plodding steps coming toward my bedroom (and the door being broken meant I couldnt close it. I yelled, "what do you want" before he barged in. He said "Oh, I didn't know you were home".
Other occasions I would be sleeping (mind you, Im 19 sleeping in next to nothing because its hot on the top floor) with or without a handsome guest, he would inevitably end up in my room staring at my bottom for some strange 10 minutes.
Oh! And he NEVER wore more than an undersized pair of shorts & tube socks! It was HYSTERICAL to me because he had this Austin Powers type patch of hair on his chest and for better lack of a word, man-boobs. The most hysterical thing you have ever seen.
What made me leave was coming home to an empty flat with the door being open. I thought I had been robbed. I tiptoed inside with my cellular phone in hand. The window had been broken. The house was messy, and I heard footsteps upstairs. I panicked and just as I was about to dial the police his best friend comes parading down the stairs in my underwear. He's smiling and dancing and I want to kill him for scaring me. Then I figure out that he hasnt been let in.
"How did you get in here?" I asked? He replied "Well since we knocked a long time and no one answered, we broke the window and just came in". I looked over by the window to see that the stereo beneath it had been broken by their landing. I packed up and left. From him to his friends it was enough."
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