To never want to flatshare again?

[poshsinglemum]

Anyone with flatmate horror stories most welcome.

At uni I flatshared for years. had to put up with;
Post it notes left on hoovers and fridge doors
Socks in my saucepans with water and eggs still in them
My cheese/pizza nibbled
Arguments over men/football/housework
Loud sex in next room
Female flatmtes getting competetive
Male flatmates getting am orous

IMO peopel are far too territorial to flatshare for long. Can be a laugh tho. Couldn't go back to it. More stories please!

I flat shared with a couple. First mistake. He turned out to be a complete psychpath. He abused me for having a friend over. Using too much toilet paper and not drying the shower after use. He screamed abuse at his girlfriend and when I intervened he starting call me a cu*t, whore, bitch, slut etc etc and was going to hit me so I had to escape out my window at midnight and call the police.

My current housemates never clean their long hair out of the drain, dont buy toilet paper, use the handsoap for normal soap, never clean, leave food out for days and have the heating up to level 10 every day so I have to have to windows open when it is -5 outside.

Also lived with a guy who turned out to be a haroin and meth addict. Took 14 cops to subdue him. Went nuts. Destroyed the room. Pepper spray and blood everywhere. Was most fun!!

We got a new housemate who arrived with a tale of how a friend of hers had been run out of Derbyshire by a one eyed drug dealer. imagine my surprise when I came home one day to find her entertaining a very dodgy looking man with ... one eye!!

Same girl also started getting a series of calls from men who would say that her number had been passed on to them by another man and that they were looking for a girlfriend !!

The rice cooker filled to the brim with mould was a particular low point.

(Actually I quite liked flatsharing, I like having people round all day)

My friend moved in with my husband and I. We were all 21 and we werent there the whole time as us 2 were away with work during the week. On one weekend me and my husband were back we walked in and under all the mess on the floor my husband stood on a used condom!

I flatshared with my hairdresser for a week. OMG! All her druggie mates were round all day, the house was an absolute TIP. They went away on holiday and I cleaned all the dirty glasses, disgusting kitchen, rancid oven etc.
Within five minutes of them coming back the place was a complete tip again.
Lovely lady but I couldn't live there any longer and moved out promptly when she announced that her mate was moving in and that he was prone to stealing dvds.

haha sounds like somewhere i once lived PSM.

i lived with a drug dealer (i didnt know he was one till i moved in) who used to deal out of the flat and always had people around snorting coke and smoking weed at all hours of the day most days of the week. and that place was always a tip as well.

and the other girl who lived there used to steal my make up and clothes and stockplie loo roll

and one night i stopped out and came home to find my bed had been slept in by a random who had been sick in it

despite all this i actually have some great memories from the time i was there and think flatsharing is an essential rite of passage!

stockpile loo roll i meant!

I house shared with a hippy guy who I thought was lovely and laid back, right up until I moved in with him.

He was the master of passive aggression!

I set the water heater (which he'd never bothered using) in order have sufficient to fill the bath (which he'd never used) in the morning before work (he didn't have a job).

As soon as he realised this, he suddenly started setting his alarm clock for 30mins earlier than mine and skipping merrily in for a nice long (soap-free) soak. Leaving me to wash standing up in a sink of cold water before a 9-hour shift. Nice.

A good day was when, post freezing ablutions, I would NOT discover three or four snoring hippies crashed out on my white leather sofas.

Said hippies would usually have cleaned me out of cornflakes, eggs, milk, tea bags.
"Well, god, I didn't realise you'd be so uptight about it" Hippy Guy would say, looking hurt. "You can help yourself to any of my food, y'know?"

Well that would be marvellous if your cupboard contained anything more than a half-empty jar of Nurishment shake mix and a colony of flour weevils.

Ah, fun times.

YANBU. My worst nightmare is that I'd have to go back to flatsharing. My last was the worst.

He - refused to clean. When I arrived in the flat one flatmate had come up with this cleaning rota (three tasks, four people, so you had a week off a month) which would have worked with a normal person. He REFUSED to clean, ever, as he paid council tax . Then, we had a huge argument about recycling (at the time I'd been living in the flat for about two weeks) and he was going on and on about how nobody took it out, blah, shouldn't it be added to the rota and I said "why don't people just empty the recycling bag when they see it's full?" and he responded with "well, that's wouldn't f*cking work as its full now" "so then why don't you empty it?". He then launched into a barrage of swearing and shouting, and from then on kept recycling in his room. then there was the time had had the landlord around to discuss flat matters. He arrived an hour late (for a meeting he'd called), then went to the kitchen to make himself dinner. He then came through and sat on the sofa, feet up, with his laptop. We were all sat at the table and landlord said "would you like to join us?" He said "no" and carried on. He then (again) launched into a sweary tirade. Or there was the time another flatmate called the police on him and I had to stay in that evening to act as a witness.
He then mellowed a bit, but was still disgustingly messy (no sheets on bed for about two years - just slept on the mattress). I was away for work for a couple of weeks, and came back in the meantime to find that he'd shaved his head and left the bag of hair in the living room.

Then, another flatmate was super super tight with money - never bought toilet paper. Turns out she'd been lying to us for about three months regarding her student status, so she didn't have to pay council tax. When we found her out, she spent long long emails arguing every penny things like "I wasn't in the flat that day, so I don't have to pay council tax". the Landlord kicked her out (she was on a student visa) saying he didn't want to be responsible for an illegal immigrant.

Fun times!

It is a right of passage and I'm glad I've got stories to tell but also very glad that I've left it behind.

I will never flatshare again. I have shared with some real weirdos! One particular lad who didn't wash very often and left his jeans out in the garden for about 2 months. He then put them on one day without washing them. Grim! His room absolutely stank and their was rotting food everywhere, as he NEVER washed up.

No horror stories - I married my flat mate. We have been married 20 years now.

That's a good story scurry. I was shagging a flatmate at one point. He turned out to be a dick tho.

"despite all this i actually have some great memories from the time i was there and think flatsharing is an essential rite of passage!"

Good call superv1xen.

Flat sharing is something a lot of us do after being a student. You want to be independent.

But then you also have to face up to your own expectations of others... and theirs of you.

I remember moving into a place with a couple of friends on Jan 1st... By Feb 1st no one else had done a scrap of washing up. I exploded, but also learnt a lesson.

I just couldn't move in with my friends. I want to REMAIN friends.

The passive aggressive post it note on the hoover remains my favourite.

WILL YOU PLEASE CHANGE THE BAG WHEN FULL. Why not just tell everyone to their face?

I shagged a flatmate for a while too. I discovered after a month that he was, in fact, married when his (estranged) wife called the flat to ask him to come home immediately as her waters had broken

I lived in a big georgian house share for a few years. There were six tenants + various partners. Some of them were lovely, some less so. Lowlights were puke sprayed bathrooms, pissed up one night stands sleep walking and urinating in strange places and an unclaimed miscarriage in the bathroom bin (poor girl, whoever it was). Oh, and the bloke who killed himself after having asked everyone to leave him alone for a couple of days.

Highlights were the parties, always having company and the massive wardrobe possibilities if you were stuck for what to wear on a night out.

I married my flat mate too!!

Ah, memories.

The flat where, instead of an outside bin for the 10 of us, there was a cubby-hole for full binbags, which were collected every two weeks. boak.

The (inevitable) mice were not my favourite flatmates, but it was close. One was a 40-something man who hogged the one shared room you could sit down in, kept his computer there and would sit with his back to the door, lights out and curtains drawn. He watched loud action films, varied with porn.

He was cross when I (sharing a bedroom with my then-DP and wanting some space), came into 'his' communal room. He said as he had a smaller bedroom than us (and paid less rent!) he saw the living room as his.

Yep, still cross.

There was also the guy who played amped guitar for several hours each day at any time between 6am and midnight - he was pre-grade one so it sounded terrible. Good times

My lovely friend and I still laugh uncontrollably about the experiences we had in a large shared house:

The landlords doddery dad re-wiring the house while we lived in it

Said old man accidentally knocking a (previously unknown to us) viscous knife collection from one occupants wall and being stabbed in the head

the madly cheerful hairdressing couple who used to have violent fights

the crazy hippies moved in over christmas break who dangerously frigged the leccy meter and installed a lucky twig altar

the drug dealer

and his mate harboured on the run from the military police.....

and on it went.
At the time we were young and care free with a big social circle and thought it all fun stories to tell. Now I'm older I look back and think why on earth did we think living in shit circumstances and being ripped off is character building??!

Oh yeah, I remember, the cheap rent...

at the unclaimed miscarriage.

Blimey my post looks all prettified like it's been xmas decorated. I've gone a bit emoticon crazy. Soz.

I flat shared in Oz with a girl and a guy, let's call him Bruce. He was dating this beeeoootiful South American girl, let's call her Constanza. She had fabulous clothes, an amazing sports car, bling jewellery. Something didn't add up as she didn't seem to have a job of any kind.

Flat girl and I twigged pretty quickly. But poor Bruce was devastated to find out he was dating a high class hooker. She left a receipt for $400 lying around and when he called her on it, she confessed.

She was lovely and taught me the Spanish for penguin (penguino, I think).

Many horror stories (but also funny..Now, anyway!) - the housemate who had an 'ironic' underwear tree... Ladies from around the world would send undies to hang on his indoor twiggy display.
Blokes eating out of saucepans then leaving saucepan in the bath. Every time. (because couldn't be bothered to return to kitchen two floors down).
The worst..we had a very old vintage rug the landlord had donated. Totally hideous but i kept it vacuumed as it wasn't ours and was rather useful on cold tiled floor. Housemate dropped and smashed entire jar of chilli sauce. Rather than clear up, he put a cardboard box over the offending mess! Clearly hoping me and other housemate would not notice and choose to hop over box every time we wanted to reach oven/ fridge.

Same housemate somehow managed to pull and for the first time in a decade of living there, decided to hoover his room. We all witnessed immense clouds of dust coming from his carpet until we couldn't breathe and made rapid exit, heaving. It was like hoovering Brighton beach. and the hoover blew up.

And then 'Boxman' realised we'd blown his cover and cut out the offending chilli soaked part of the carpet.