The worst roommate I ever had in college (randomly assigned, dormitory) would not let me set the temperature under 80 because "she couldn't do blankets". Zero compromise. I offered 76 (which is still warm for me, but I was willing to try), no dice. I tried to set up a meeting with the RA and see if she could mediate a compromise meeting with us and she said that she wanted to stay out of it.

It was miserable and my blood still boils when I think about it.

Late 90s, college. Was sharing a small 2 bedroom house with a male friend (I'm female). Partway through the year he professed his deep and abiding love for me. I had no clue, was completely blindsided, and told him I didn't reciprocate. We lived awkwardly together for the rest of the lease. When it ended, he left town (he wasn't a student). Later that summer the owner of the rental sent me a large bill because I had been giving my rent money to my roommate who was in charge of paying the rent (the landlord would only accept one check). After I spurned him, my roomie kept cashing my checks but didn't actually pay the rent. I tried to track him down but he had basically vanished, so I was stuck re-paying a ton of the rent. I was an extremely poor college student already working multiple jobs, so it was pretty tough.

More laughable than horrible:

In my first apartment after college my nice roommate moved out and I had to get a new one quickly. His young (like 19-20) girlfriend moved in without asking; I was moving in a month or two so just let it slide. But at some point I went in their room when they were out to close a window. She didn't say anything, but the next day there was a scrawled sign on the door: "Private: Keep out!!!" The next time I had to deal with something similar was a few decades later, when my 5 year old daughter put up a the same sign on her door.

College apartment mate, in the mid 90s

AOL was a thing and she met guys from all over the country. At least two flew in and stayed with us for a few days. She ran up the phone bill talking to these guys (which was in my name) and wrote me a bad check for it. Then she moved out and didn't pay her share of the rent. There was only a couple months left on the lease, and she left a lot of her junk in her room--so I couldn't even get a short term roommate. Both our names were on the lease, so we were both liable for the rent--but she didn't care about her credit or having judgements against her, and I did.

Mine is so minor- She'd wake up at the crack of dawn and put her clothes in the dryer every single morning. The dryer backed up to my bedroom and woke me up. It drove me crazy that she was too lazy to iron or hang up clothes so they wouldn't wrinkle in the first place, plus it made our electricity bills higher.

DH lived with 3 other guys and he basically lived in pure filth. He loves to cook. One time he yelled at them for leaving the dishwasher full of clean dishes (or worse- dirty dishes), so all 3 refused to ever use the dishwasher again. They'd just stack all their dirty dishes on the counter and wash a fork in the sink when they wanted one. The one guy only ate hot dogs and easy mac mixed with ramen. He had a "hot dog pan" that lived on the stove and wasn't cleaned once in a whole year.

College: put cigarette holes in all my clothes, including the $300 cashmere sweater I'd gotten for Christmas. Told me the next day I could wear Walmart like everyone else.

College: We had fundamentally different attitudes about the appropriate temperature and humidity the room should be and wildly different tastes in music. She also refused to wear headphones (ever) and liked to put on perfume by spraying a ton of it in the air and walking through it, which gave me migraines. It could have been way worse though -- we actually got along okay once we both agreed that we were really ill-suited to rooming together but didn't actually dislike each other as people. I think we're still facebook friends actually.

College: Was a complete slob: mountains of clothes as tall as I was piled up outside her closet, sticky half-sucked lollipops left out on her desk and food left out that attracted roaches, unmade bed strewn with clothes. We didn't get along well but tolerated each other. Then in the second half of the year, she plagiarized one of my papers almost word for word; I saw the corrected one on her desk. She almost got kicked out of school after I reported her for an honor code violation. If she'd been a better roommate, I might not have gone that route.

I had a roommate from overseas who brought her parents to stay in our apartment for 3 months. No discussion with my other roommate and I, just an announcement. There was no reasoning with her at all. Cultural differences only explained a small part of her behavior. She most likely had some personality disorder. She was later caught shoplifting and had to leave her job and return to her home country early.

There were some other horrible roommate experiences I had in that apartment. It was a large 3 bedroom one in a great location in the city, and I was loathe to give it up, so endured some really crazy things. Also met some truly lovely people.

Adulthood: she was always late with her rent check and sometimes missed it entirely. I handled the group House finances so sometimes I’d pay the landlord and she’d pay me back. Finally I started sending the landlord short checks with her telephone number (she wasn’t part of our original friend group).

OP here. In college freshmen year, my roommate slept in my bed when I went home, and I kid you not, sh*t and peed in it. Until that happened, I found out she'd been letting guests sleep in my bed.

College:

Horrible slob
Brought home random guys on the weekend, slept with my bedroom door locked not knowing who might come to our apartment with her
Passed out naked in the living room after banging a guy on our shared couch

My other roommate and I moved out 2nd semester. Thank god my parents supported that.

College - no complaints, I had great roommates

Adulthood - on the whole, fine. I had one housemate, however, who was bulemic and ate everything in sight, no exceptions. I therefore couldn't keep food in the house (other than frozen meat or fish) and mostly kept it in the trunk of my car, weather permitting. She also stole jewelry and trinkets from me, including something very special that my dad had found in an antique shop and given me because it reminded him of me.

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.

there so bad? Curious after reading the thread on the college forum.