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Anonymous wrote:College: she brought guys home to our shared room and boned them all night long. I had to trade her for a different roommate nobody else liked (bc she was black and they were racists).
Adulthood: she smoked in the apt when I wasn't there, and burned the kitchen countertop.
Adulthood: she had two rescue dogs who had been abused - I love dogs - and she trained them to be afraid of everyone but her and walked around claiming she was such an excellent dog trainer. Yet she'd tell me I had to keep my bathroom door closed so her dogs wouldnt' root through the trash. And when I was cooking meatsauce on the front burner one evening she told me to move it to the back burner so her dog wouldn't jump up for it. Why not just train your dogs to behave better since you're such a great dog trainer? I grew up with a dog who never did those things. She also stole weird things from me - like the lid to a pot, a mac & cheese, etc.
I forgot two from adulthood!
#1: Sweet girl from Nebraska or South Dakota or someplace like that, came to the Big City for her Big Grownup Job straight out of college. Assured me she was very neat and clean and mature so even though I normally wanted older roommates, said okay to this 22 yr old. She promptly bought a car. In the city. And then had to pay monthly parking. Then her BGJ put her on a project which meant she had to be out of town every week from early Monday morning to late Friday evening. Every Friday evening she'd bake cookies to wind down. One day she came to me in tears and begged me to lower the rent because she was barely there, and also cried that she wasn't getting to drive her car at all. I tried to not laugh in her face as I explained that no, I could not lower her rent because the full rent still had to be paid and it's not like I could put someone else in her room during the week. After that she never offered me a cookie again.
#2: Very verbally assertive, assured me she had a good job and was going to school at night for her MBA through a program at work, would barely be home. Was not from this country but had done college here and we had no communication issues. Great. She started having her boyfriend over like four nights a week. They'd watch anime and eat for hours in the living room. Then one day she sent me an email. "Lauren, my parents are coming from China to visit for three months. Isn't that great? I'm so excited!" So I told her no, I moved out because I didn't want to live with parents. If I did, I'd live with my own. And then gently told her in this country having someone visit for a weekend is acceptable but a quarter of a year is not. So she cried and begged and said they had health issues that necessitated special food and being near a kitchen, I said no, get a hotel suite or something, but no. I agreed to two weeks.
Her parents came. They spoke no English. I taught myself how to say "Hello, my name is Lauren" in Cantonese. I asked a Chinese American friend at work if there was anything I should know about Chinese culture so as not to offend them. She told me to never trust that my kitchen was clean and to Clorox Wipe it each time completely before I cooked because they don't do food safety the same way Americans do. And confirmed two weeks was plenty generous. After three weeks, I noticed they were still there though I wasn't seeing them as much. I still said hello to them each night when I came home. Learned the mother understood a decent amount of English and spoke a smidge. At five weeks I confronted the roommate and told her I knew she was hiding her parents in her bedroom and this was unacceptable. She had to get them a hotel room or have them stay elsewhere. She got very upset and angry. We parted with zero resolution. The next day before Roommate was home, her mom knocked on my door and came into my bedroom and apologized to me for causing problems. I explained it was just a cultural difference and that she and her husband were very nice, but it was a lot, with Roommate's boyfriend sleeping over all the time and now them. Her eyes got VERY wide and I realized she hadn't known that and it was a secret.
Later, screaming happened in her bedroom. The next morning, I headed to work and Roommate ran into the hall after me screaming at me in English for telling on her. The mother was mortified and screaming in Chinese at her daughter, who screamed back at her. The mother apologized to me, and shoved the daughter back into her bedroom slamming the door. I went to work and told my friend what was going on. She confirmed the mother finding out about the boyfriend was a big deal, and the mother was not mad at me. The parents left a few days later.