I had a big psycho housemate. Thank goodness that we didn't have to share a room. She was like that chick from Single White Female. She started to grow her hair like mine, got a perm, and expressed that she wanted to dye her hair red. I was like
but I told her that her hair was the perfect color for her and that she shouldn't change a thing. One day I came home and heard noise from my closet. I thought that something had crawled in there. Something had, my psycho housemate.
Why she was in my closet I could never figure out. Another time she got on the phone with the mother of another problem housemate and told her how she was living with her boyfriend and what an awful situation it was. The answering machine had recorded the entire conversation. When she heard that message she freaked out. That housemate moved out the next semester because she couldn't stand psycho. I recounted that story in this
thread.
Psycho hooked up with a guy who never called and clearly wasn't interested in her. I met him six months later, and he was very interested in me. He called a few times. She thought that he was calling for her. I wasn't interested in him. He just didn't do it for me. One day he called when she was out, so I started talking to him. While we were on the phone, she came home. Psycho was standing right behind me, but didn't make her presence known. When I hung up, I saw her and she started to scream at me, "How dare you! You are such an a$$hole! I don't even have his number." This was in front of some of my newly initiated sisters. I was really embarrassed
and then mad
. She thought that he had called for her. I wasn't interested in him, she was; and he was interested in me, not her. I didn't really know what to do because I was kind of freaked out by her screaming and I didn't want to escalate it. I left. ANother housemate wound up screaming at her for her other backstabbing psycho behavior. I am so glad that she is out of my life.
The funny thing is she refered to
me as her psycho boyfriend stealing housemate.
