The best thing I can tell you is to move. You've made an effort, she won't meet you half way, get out now!

And just to help you realize that it could be worse, here is a little story for you.

I had a seriously skanky slut bag roommate (she really does suffer from mental illness, but that is an aside, part of the illness is refusing to seek and receive treatment). I had heard rumors she was a ho, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt and she moved in when my roommate went back to Sweden. I should have known something was up when she was on the "no entry" list to the military barracks, and was rumored to be a big fan of both the basketball and hockey team members. So she slept with a married guy, guys with girlfriends, etc, changed in front of my boyfriend (though he said she had nothing he wanted to see, classic), and took pictures of herself in lingerie and mailed them to some guy she knew from highschool that went into the military. She also had been pregnant more than once (claimed condoms didn't work for her, wtf?), and contracted chlamydia that was undiagnosed for so long she didn't know where she got it from.

So homegirl brings home two guys. One just had a baby with some chick back home, and roommate was trying to get with him. Of course he had a friend. Well I woke up to this "friend" trying to remove my clothes and get in bed with me. I reported it and the guy with the baby said he never touched me blah blah, provided his alibi. So we go on spring break and when I get back the predator had stabbed the guy with the baby 151 times in a basement and killed him. Had he told the truth the murderer would have been in jail and unable to stab him to death.

My roommate brought home a sexual predator and a murderer, so things could be much much worse.

Edited because of my poor hung over grammar

:eek: I'm just glad you're ok! And, your philosophy is what's getting me through. It really COULD be much worse!

Yeah the straw that broke the camel's back, so to say, was the trifling heffa roommate I caught in bed with my boyfriend. I caught them at three or four in the morning, I had to be at work at seven (I did precare at a school) and I had reactivated my application for school here, called the movers, and booked my ferry trip to leave Alaska all by ten am.

I live alone now and it is awesome. I may move in with a friend has she has roommate drama. Her original roommate is now dating a drag queen that moved in, doesn't clean or pay bills, and leaves her boobie inserts in the sink and fake eyelashes all over. Plus he/she looks like a Chuckie Doll.

Oh crap I almost forgot my first college roommate ever, that decided to experiement with drugs, bisexuality, and stripping with our suitemate. Luckily I became very ill and had to have a tonsillectomy and an adenoidectomy that semester and got out of that.

You could always tell her you're praying for the demon spirits to release her. :p