Many of you guys who I talk to through PM's remember my complaining about my awful roommate situation last year. I lived with the Spawn of Satan herself. We had been friends since high school. She was always insecure and was in constant competition with her friends to make herself feel better. Now, why did I decide to live with her? I have absolutely no clue. I think she might have drugeed me into saying I'd live with her.
She would do these horrible, spiteful things.
The big incident was at the beginning of the year when she got mad at me and my other roommate, Jen. (me and Jen still get along and are still best friends...just not friends with Satan anymore) Satan donated a big screen TV to the living room of the apartment. One day, she got jealous of me and Jen because the two of us went to the movies without her (Satan was in class! how were we supposed to ask her?!) Satan hated the fact that me and Jen had become so close. So, Jen and I were sitting in our rooms one day when we heard all this rustling going on in the living room. We walked out 10 minutes later to find the big screen TV gone! Satan put it in her bedroom with her other television on top of it! This big screen took up more than half of her room and you could hardly even walk around it. She kept it in there the whole year.
Whenever we got into little apartment tiffs, Satan was always too afraid to confront us so she'd have her mother call us! Her mother called Jen one day and said all these horrible things and blaming us for the reason why Satan is now in therapy. Satan needed therapy long before we ever lived with her.....
Satan and I ended up working at the same company over the summer. During the week I was moving out, I had some moving boxes in the living room (there was a lot of room in there SINCE THE TV HAD BEEN TAKEN OUT
). The boxes would be gone within a day but since Satan looooooved to pick fights, she emailed me AT WORK saying rudely that they were in her way and that she didn't want them in there anymore. When I emailed her back to let her know they'd be out shortly, she started ranting about other things that went on in the apartment (using some curse words here and there). I showed it to my manager (heh heh) and he sent her letters into HR who have a bunch of records on her (she had issues with another co-worker).
We haven't spoken to each other since. I have friends that still talk to her on occasion and supposedly the only friend she has now is her roommate who just so happens to be her sister.