To ask about your worst experiences of house sharing with someone?

[Thatwanoverthere]

I have loads but this is the current, most awful example.

Dp and I currently have sublet our spare room to a friend who needed a place to live. The idea was that she helps with bills and in return doesn't have to pay as much rent as she would if she lived on her own.
Long story short; she is awful. Dirty, lazy and tight. will use our bread, butter etc but hides her stuff in case we use it. Didn't contribute to bills until I started asking for forty quid a month (for her share of Internet, gas and lekky) on top of her rent. Didn't pay a penny for Internet for ten months after she moved in despite using my old laptop which she then broke .

She also left her dirty knickers in the bathroom with a dirty fanny pad in them. Swanned in and out several times without picking them up. I went in with a plastic bag over my hand and dumped them.

dP is soon up for a pay rise so we are biding our time til we tell her to fuck off.

Ha ha lots of stories but can't share all of them - too identifiable.

1 housemate with v big boobs used to borrow my tops and stretch them all.

Another one told me I'd always be pretty but never beautiful like she was.

One flatmate's lanky tw*t of a boyfriend virtually lived with us for a time: he took up a whole 3-seater sofa (5 of us and him in the house) so the rest of us had to share two armchairs and the floor. He'd drink all the milk in his cereal, eat all the bread, use pots, pans, crockery and cutlery and leave it all in the sink for us girls to clean - then start passive aggressive little arguments about crap telly shows we watched in the evening. Flatmate couldn't understand why we didn't love spending all our spare time with him as much as she did.
Other flatmate had few boundaries. I was late back from work one night and she'd assumed I wasn't coming back home (?) so I walked into my room to find some strange bloke in my bed - there were others strewn across the living room and landing. I was made to feel unreasonable for making him move! One of said blokes then ate some pizzas we had bought for breakfast and took an enormous dump in the toilet before he left - and didn't flush it. He walked past us on the way out and kindly told us that he'd tried the flush and it didn't seem to be working. It was....

When I lived in Australia I house shared. Terrible experience. I lived with a guy and a girl, the girl was obsessed with sleeping with as many black guys as she could. She would come how at least twice a week with a different guy, and send the rest of the day/ night shagging them.

Got so sick of getting up in the morning and another random strange guy in the living room having breakfast. If she didn't bring anyone home she would come home at 3/4 am and put R&B music on super loud and wake me and the other housemate up.

She took loads of drugs, drank like a fish and barely ate. She was stunning, used to look like Pocahontas, hence all the different fellas! Strangely, she had a great, serious job in a bank and managed to hold it down! When I do write my book, she's in it!

Wow, mmgirish I thought my Chinese house mate was bad but yours tops it!

Mine used to cook the most rancid tasting things, fish head stew is all I can describe it as, it used to STINK to high heaven. He was creepy too, really tall and overbearing. Also used to hang huge blue y-fronts on individual clothes hangers in the backyard to dry

As soon as he said he was planning on bringing over his wife and child fro China me and my mate moved out.

Only house shared a few times, they were enough!

The first HM continually trashed saucepans, and managed to burn holes in the kitchen work surfaces (he only paid for the saucepans).

The next was newly separated, and I used to have to hear all the proble!s with her stbxh, including his 'suicide attempts'. He didn't manage it, and soon moved the ow into the marital home and made their children (including one with CF) sleep on mattresses on the floor whilst her children took their beds. The worst thing, though, was that my hm used to shower daily in everything Dove, can't stand the smell of it to this day.

I then shared a flat in London with an ex-colleague who refused to pay her ahare of the bills when she was travelling with her boyfriend, but rwguawd to split the bills there ways when they were both staying in the flat. This was also the flatmate who refused to let me get pest control in when we had cockroaches in the kitchen because they are common in the middle east. I was so glad to get made redundant from that job and come home!

Share, not ahare

Refused, not rwguawed

Three not there

News to go to bed, can't type!

Not me but DS2...At uni and housesharing. ..woken by banging on the front door..pulled on dressing gown and went down..2 policemen asked where other male housemate was and went running up the stairs. .came out with housemate and carving knife..He had rung police to say he was going to stab DS and kill himself. ..when he heard the noise he slashed his wrists..

some if these stories!
I'm so glad I've never house shared, I have often wondered if I missed out on the experience the camaraderie, fun times and deep friendships built from living together. It appears not.

I am very glad that I have never had to house share! I have been lucky enough to either live at home or in houses by myself.

In some ways I'm actually upset I no longer feel I've lived with the most foul man in history.... a shit.. in a kettle? Wow...

My boyfriend lived in a house with Bob, Becky and Adam.

Adam moved out, so the rent was split between the couple and my boyfriend... then Bob and Becky split and she moved out, therefore as students, my boyfriend and Bob couldn't afford the rent, so I offered to move in and they readily accepted.

When I moved in:

1. Becky had 'rescued' an injured pigeon and put it in the room that Adam had used. There was pigeon poo everywhere... the bed was broken so I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor and the window wouldn't close. Neither my boyfriend or Bob seemed that bothered and hadn't cleaned anything before I arrived.

1. Bob was an archaeology student so used to come back home with muddy boots on and walk EVERYWHERE through the house.

1. He was the only smoker, so I found fag butts everywhere, in empty coke cans, in cups, in the manky sink water.

However... it was only after 6 months, when I refused to live with him any longer, that I found out just how vile he was - I told my boyfriend I was leaving the house, he was welcome to live with me, or stay with Bob ad find another flatmate. He chose to live with me.

After we moved out, we went back 2 weeks later, just to pick up the last of our stuff... when we moved out, I pettily took the toilet roll as Bob have NEVER bought any... no toilet roll, washing up liquid, cleaning products... washing powder.. nothing.

So, when we came back to pick up the last of our stuff...

1. The bathroom door had somehow fallen off its hinges

1. We found all the house teatowels in his room, all crusty, on top of porn mags...

1. There was still no toilet roll in the bathroom (there's a reason I'm saying this..... )

1. The kitchen sink water was green and stagnant and the bin had overflowed to the floor, and the worksurface and there were mice in the house...

1. There were no cushion covers no the cushions in the living room......

.... Yes, that's right. Once he reailsed there was no toilet paper, he had used the cushion covers from the cushions in the living room... and put them in the washing machine. However, as he also hadn't got any washing power....

... they were still there, dirty...

.. absolutely revolting man. Now has a Ph.D in Archaeology and apparently my (ex now) boyfriend has heard him on Radio 4 discussing stuff!!!!

There's been a book written about awful house share experiences.

here

As a student one househate pooed all over the bathroom floor and didn't wash his towel ever.

Holy cow, fluffypersian, that reminded me of another one....

Some friends of mine had a flat mate who used to wipe his arse on the shower curtain if they were out of loo roll.

Seriously, what is wrong with people?!

Most of mine involved the house not having things, me buying them, only to find I never got to use them. Or people hogging things e.g. the landline in the days before mobiles. One bathroom and three of us to use it - always one who spent an hour in there of a morning, pampering themselves, leaving no time for the others to do more than brush their teeth. One housemate broke something really expensive and the landlord wanted to charge us for it. I took time off work to see CAB, who helped me draft a letter to say that we hadn't. Only for him to admit years later that he had broken it. Just selfishness really. I'd sooner live in a tiny box than house share again now. I'm just not tolerant enough.

I did have some great experiences at times though when younger - it's fun if you get on with your housemates and can lead to lifelong friends.

Some of the above examples are both dreadful and hilarious.

Living in a houseshare with four lads - one of them developed a crack habit and went totally off the rails. Became obsessed with buying milk, bought thirty-odd pints at a time, there was milk in the garden, in the lean-to, on the stairs... never used any and screamed at the rest of us for not contributing Strangers roaming through the house day and night, doors left wide open...once I came home and found an unlit gas ring spewing merrily away while he was passed out upstairs. He had screaming fights with his drug-addled girlfriend and brother, one of which culminated in his brother smashing crackhead's bedroom door off its hinges.

Fun times.

I lived with a Greek guy whilst at uni in Birmingham. He was constantly trying to recreate the temperature of Greece in the house resulting in ridiculous temperatures and ridiculous bills, of which he would only pay his required quarter. Needless to say, we detested him.

Loads! Will make me very identifiable but never mind.

First flat share, at uni with two blokes. They were as disgusting as you'd expect, never cleaned or tidied but I made a valiant effort to keep the kitchen and bathroom clean. They fell out with me when I refused to spend the day cleaning for one of their mums to visit. This then resulted in them breaking in to my room and leaving pubes everywhere. Including a bag of sweets.

I had a flatmate who had a schoolgirl fetish. I would often come home from work and his would be dressed like a 1970's geography teacher and his long past 18 year old girlfriend would be dressed like a schoolgirl. They would get in the mood in the lounge room with a bit of role play dialogue then spend the next few hours noisily shagging.

Another one used to set her alarm for 6 every single morning monday to friday, then hit the snooze button every 10 minutes until 7:50.

Then there was the one who used to come home drunk, light the grill to make grilled cheese, put bread under then fall asleep on the kitchen floor. The smoke alarm would then shriek and we would wake to thick cheesy smoke. We actually gave up cleaning the soot off the wall in the end. Same one eventually moved out and left all his sticky porn mags under the bed.

Queenbean sounds like you lived with me at uni. They also wanked into the pizza. Someone ate it unknowingly :/

Shadowfax - bloody dove!!!!

I've only flat shared once in my first year of uni. Compared to the posts here my experience was nothing but I've never lived in a flat share since. 3 guys, 2 girls and myself. Guys were messy like most make students are but overall nice guys. Girls however heavily excluded me and only some to me when they wanted something like lecture note (we were on the same course). One girl though only used dove soap and wee HAD to have one in the kitchen, the girls shower and the separate toilet. Everyone I smell that rotten stuff I think of her and those miserable first year of uni

I rented a couple of rooms from a woman I worked with. She would read notes I had left for my OH, then tell everyone at work the romantic details before he had seen the note himself! She would also let herself into my locked rooms and help herself to stuff out of my freezer even though she was loaded and I was really poor. I walked to work and she drove past me on her way to the same office. I could not get out of that place fast enough.

Oh, I forgot about the girl from another flatshare. She never wore shoes, or washed. Her feet were so filthy they were marking the carpets, which we'd all have to pay for. One of the other mates asked her to please wash her feet.

And she did.

In the toilet bowl.

Lived with a couple who had the lowest personal hygiene... Grievances include pushing twists of tissue up their noses when they were runny, then pulling them out when saturated and flailing them into the carpet. They would wash their clothes and leave them in the washing machine until they were dry. They never washed up. I would leave a strand of my hair across the bath plug to see if they showered. It would be there a week later (replaced by myself after I showered daily!) I never saw them wash their bed linen in the year we were there. They got a rabbit and no hutch - they let it roam free, shitting and pissing all over the place. They moved out a month early and didn't pay rent, so the landlady had to cover it with their deposit. They had smashed a window and their bedroom was just left as it was (they had taken valuables and left everything else, including rank stained bed linen) I tried to clean their room but was physically sick - mugs with mild to the top, spunky tissues everywhere, dirty pants etc. I paid my last month's rent like a good girl and lost my deposit to the landlady who had to cover the cost of the window repair and professional cleaners. I still have a pending facebook friend request from the guy.

In my 3rd year at uni my landlord decided to rent out a room to a Zimbabwean bloke in his late 20's. The two previous years it had been all girls and remained so bar this bloke. Who as it turns out, was a horrific mysoginistic prick. Didn't think women needed to be or even should be educated "beyond being able to get by reading a bit", was amazed that the me and the 3 other women in the house didn't cook for him, clean for him and generally kiss his arse.

Bumped into him on the last night out before everyone heads home for Christmas, having not actually seen him for some time (house relations deteriorated very quickly), he decided to lay into me for not doing his cleaning. I did not react well. Thought nothing of it until two days later when, whilst Christmas shopping with my mum, he sent me a text threatening to have me stabbed. He was not living in the house by the time the new term stsrted. Landlord booted him out immediately. Another friend lived in the house after I left and complained that for about 8 weeks straight men in suits kept coming to the house asking where this bloke was .

Also in 3rd year, a long time friend of mine from home moved in. It was going to be great, so I thought. And it was, until night 5 on which she decided to shag my other housemates recent ex boyfriend. My mates room was directly above the other girls. They dated for the entire of the academic year. I was roundly blamed by the other girl and she never really spoke to me again.

In 1st and 2nd year a Greek girl lived in the house. Her hygiene was utterly appalling. Rarely saw her (she appeared to be nocturnal) but could always smell when she had left her room, she also left greasy finger prints on the walls. Had an awful habit of leaving fish rotting on the kitchen side. Used to pretend her english wasn't very good...right up until I confronted her and suddenly it was very good indeed!

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