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Panties hanging everywhere

I had a reader leave a comment(a very long one) about their bad experiences renting out rooms.  In total she had 3.5 bad experiences. I thought I take it a share it as a full blown blog post since her comment was long. I think some future “live-in lands” can learn from where she admitted to going wrong. I’ve taken her comment and highlighted the different experiences. The commenter left out experience #3, which would have been

the most entertaining, but the comment was already too long.

I think the a key take away is that if a new roommate is coming to you with a sob story about how awful the previous landlord was or how horrible the new roommate was, RUN the other way!

Also if you’re having a really bad spurt of roommates, it doesn’t hurt to kick everyone and start fresh with the experience you’ve gained from the bad experiences.

Any the full comment is here:

I have had three bad experiences, more accurately 3.5 and I did finally find a room mate who is not only a great room mate but a great friend.

Bad experience .5 – This was my first ever room mate. She was sweet but she was under the impression that because it was my house, I should have some kind of a psychic connection with it and thus, would never tell me when something was wrong but would get mad at me for not solving the problem when I did not even know it existed. Then, when we got a room mate that she did not like, she did not tell me all of the things that this other room mate was doing to her, assuming that I already knew. I had no idea that the other girl was bullying her and had I known, I would have done something about it. Oh well… spilled milk. Many yelling matches that were completely unnecessary and would never have happened had this girl just TOLD ME what was bothering her before it got to that point.

Bad experience number 1: Crazy-Eyes – This one, I should have known from the start was a bad idea, but I was new to renting out rooms and I didn’t see the red flags.

Red flag number one: She was on social security. Being someone who works, I find that it’s hard to live with people who are on social security because there is a vast difference in time management strategies and it can cause some… tension.

Red flag number two: When she interviewed for the room, her father was with her and he did ALL of the talking. I should have known then that there was something wrong because her father DESPERATELY wanted her out of his house.

Red flag number three: I gave her a sample copy of the lease to read over so that she could familiarize herself with the rules before she moved in. On the day that she moved in, she argued some of these rules and immediately asked for exceptions. This is the moment when I should have said no to her… but I did not.

She was quick to try to make friends with me and was almost too accommodating in many ways. She was in my house for a month like this… being very friendly and almost to a needy level, where she’d knock on my door looking for company and weird hours of the night… and she’d tell me weirdly personal things and stories about her ex-boyfriends. One of those (we will call him Horrace) was an alcoholic who was abusive and she told me all of the stories about him and the horrible things he’d done to her.

Long story short, “Horrace” the alcoholic was homeless and in the end, Crazy Eyes tried to move him into my home… and fought us tooth and nail when we tried to tell her that she could not do that.

Bad experience numero dos: The Slob

The Slob was another situation where I should have said no from the very start. The day after interviewing for the room, this girl called me at some odd hour of the night, begging to move in immediately (with no deposit or rent) and insisting that the man she’d been staying with had tried to rape her.

Not wanting to put myself in a risky position and not wanting to deny her help if this horrible thing really had happened, I gave her some resources for homeless shelters in the area and she moved in within that month once she’d saved up the appropriate amount of money.

It wasn’t until after my other room mate moved out (the first one I mentioned) that I learned that she’d basically been trying to chase her out by doing things like taking her clean clothes out of the dryer and throwing them on the floor and taking her food. I once caught her looking at and making fun of the other girl’s underwear for some reason.

She had a job at Victoria’s Secret and a huge collection of panties that she would basically try to show off… by leaving them laying around the house… everywhere. She’d show off her bra collection by hanging them all over the place… including outside (and leaving them for days) much to my neighbor’s chagrin.

Then there’s that nickname… The Slob. She was… a nightmare. Despite that there were three people sharing one kitchen, she’d leave her stuff EVERYWHERE in the kitchen and if I cleaned it up, she would get mad at me for cleaning it up because she didn’t want me to touch it, to which I’d tell her the kitchen is a public space and if she didn’t want it touched, she’d leave it in her room. Often, she’d leave dishes (TONS) piled up so that the sink was completely unusable and someone else would have to do them if they wanted to use the sink for anything, then if someone confronted her about this, she’d insist that she did nothing wrong because she did that all the time when she had her own apartment (with no room mates) and it wasn’t a problem then.

She was a hideously messy cook and would leave tomato sauce splattered ALL OVER the stove and the WALLS of my kitchen as well as all over the counter tops and she’d spill things on the kitchen floor regularly and wouldn’t wipe up so my kitchen floors were constantly sticky and I had to wear shoes in my own kitchen (or wash the floors daily).

If I tried to confront her about any of this, she’d say that she was justified because there was hair in the kitchen. Note, we had three girls in the house with long, dark hair at the time and because everyone sheds it’s nearly impossible to keep the house free of hair… and despite her insistence that none of it was hers, EVERYONE sheds.

The Slob was also very inconsiderate and would do things like set the timer on the dryer to buzz every 5 or 10 minutes at 2am (when she got home from work) when everyone else was trying to sleep and despite my other room mate and I bringing this up to her, she continued, insisting that it was her right to do laundry. She would walk around the house in her underwear very regularly… and once answered the door for my father, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties.

She would not close the bathroom door all of the way and would get angry if someone barged in on her.

Things only got more insane. She eventually started doing a load of laundry literally every single day. She would put one or two outfits in the washer and run it every. day.

She would throw away dishes when she did not feel like cleaning them. I own most of the dishes in the house. I had to start storing my dishes in my room and she called me evil for hiding the pots from her. She refused to pay for toilet paper, paper towels, garbage bags or dish soap, insisting that she pays me enough already and constantly complaining that the rent is too high, to which I would tell her that if she found something cheaper she was free to leave. She never looked for another place, despite all of this.

After a confrontation with her in which she THREW HER LUNCH BOX AT ME (a 30 some-odd year-old adult THREW a lunch box at me) I asked her to move out and she said I had no right to do so because she did nothing wrong.

I wound up serving her an eviction notice. I believe she talked to a lawyer before she decided to move out. She came to me, insisting that I couldn’t kick her out because I didn’t give her 30 days notice. I replied that the paper I gave her that she left sitting on the kitchen counter a week ago (I left it where she put it) was a 30 day notice and advised that she take a look at it. She moved out 32 days after that and when I was cleaning out the room, I found an abundance of morning after pills, empty anti-depressant bottles and I discovered that she had a habit of killing bugs in the room and leaving their guts splattered on the walls. The room reeked so bad that it took it about 6 months to air out all of the way after she left and there was crusty stuff that I had to scrub off of the mattress… I do not even want to know what it was, but thank God for bleach and rubber gloves.

After that, I was MUCH more selective about who I let into my house. The Slob often had trouble paying her rent and when she moved out, she actually managed to move in with one of my neighbors for a while, telling them a (made up) sob story about how I stole her mail and various other things… so the cycle of her using sob stories to get into a place without paying anything continued…

This comment is already too long, so I’ll refrain from giving details of number three… suffice to say that she and number two basically tried to team up against me… and it did pan out for either of them, resulting in me getting everyone else out of my house, taking some time to clean up and regroup and starting fresh.

Photo credit: Hsing Wei

  • D November 21, 2016, 5:29 pm

    I so relate to this! I’ve had several of these myself. What’s #3?

  • Jackie November 22, 2016, 5:13 am

    My first renter has a 2yr old, prior to move in my understanding was that the child stayed at the grandparents house the majority of the time due to the tenant worked nights and his wife had a restraining order on her. What I was told about the restraining order was it was put in place by the courts due to a domestic dispute, which can be placed on individual in certain states due to a heated argument. Rule of thumb if law enforcement has to go to a domestic dispute, someones going to jail and restraining orders are automatic.
    After this individual had moved in I was informed that the wife had a drug problem and she was going through rehab. I “assumed” another mistake, that once she got clean they would find their own place and he would move out. Honestly who would want to raise a child in someone elses basement.
    Than, I found out that when the kid was there he was raising a ruckus, this is at 2 in the morning that was lasting at least an hour or so. I was unaware of this because it was summer, the fan was running, the sprinklers were going with the window open and sleep on my deaf side. After summer ended the kid woke me up, and I have to get up at 4 am to get ready for work, I asked the other tenant about this and he than informed me that it had been going on for the whole duration. So I called the guy with the child on the behavior and that it needed to stop. After that I came home to find a sheriffs deputy’s card with his name on it wanting to talk to the guy. He said it was nothing to be concern with. Next his wife’s car is sitting in my driveway so looked her up on the internet and come to find out that she is in jail for a probation violation. Hum, this is getting weird, so I called her probation officer, which I found online as well and come to find out that she had put a gun to this guys face and threatened to blow his head off only two months prior to him moving into my house.
    I gave him a 30 day notice to leave after all this, lesson learned if they are or you suspect that they are married do a background check on both, I ran one on him and he was clean, but I didn’t do one on her. Always check the Repository, department of corrections, social media sites and any other sites out there. You can find more out that way than just using a service such as acranet.

  • Linda November 22, 2016, 5:38 am

    I guess I’ve been lucky! After locating a great roommate to share my Chicago house with me for a couple years, I switched to renting out the room on Airbnb for another year. I never had any issues with Airbnb guests, and the only “bad roommate” issue I had was fairly easily dealt with. (The guy was sloppy in the kitchen, but I was dealing with it. But when he tried to sneak a puppy into the house, that led to the termination of our rental agreement. He didn’t cause any fuss and left.)

    Then I sold the Chicago house and moved to the Bay Area as a renter for 1.5 years. Last July I bought a house again and last month I started renting again. I used Airbnb to find a month-to-month roommate. He’s booked the room for six months and so far everything is working out great. I think he likes it here, too, and I’m hoping he’ll want to stay past those initial six months.


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