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.

So many.

Course mates who never ever lifted a finger and were minging who then left without a word, leaving me hundreds of pounds worth of bills to pay.

Halls of residence flatmates who took against me because my dad had been in the RAF. They liked to call him a warmonger. Lovely people.

Drug dealers who had infringed on another dealer's patch. The other dealers kicked the front door down, so that was also lovely.

Various odd and random people.

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...live with a guy that I ended up going out with a few years, and he would never buy 'unhealthy' cereal (like, raspberry & choc muesli) but would happily scab all of mine on a regular basis. I had the occasional bowl; he'd eat several a day (his and mine) and I'd never have any when I wanted to, or only half a bowl's worth or something.

Really fucked me off after a while... he was so tight.

I lived in a house-share with four others for a year. One of the girls had the room above mine and after a ONS, she would throw the used condoms out of her window ... and they would land on my windowsill below to greet me when I opened my curtains in the morning. No-one else in the house seemed to think there was anything wrong with this.

I am so glad I have never house shared

Although I did live with DP, his two brothers and his Dad. Best year and a half of my life until we moved out and got some peace

I don't think I'll ever be able to face a pizza again after that. And to think that I was considering renting out the spare room.

Housemate in first year of uni was a rich Cypriot who was used to having a maid clear up after him. Worked out that the hideous stench coming from the bathroom bin was because he wiped his arse on toilet paper then just left it in the bin expecting one of us to clean it out. Nice to see a common theme of grim male housemates expecting the girls to tidy up after them

Housemate offered to kindly look after our cat while we went on holiday... She was an indoor cat, so looking after her involved litter tray cleaning, but he said he was fine with that. He assured us that he'd keep it spotless. Offered to pay him but he declined so instead we bought him a really nice and expensive present. Got back while he was still at work to find the box overflowing with crap and a cat that'd understandably resorted to soiling carpet when she'd never had a single accident before. She was never reliably clean in the next two houses we moved to after leaving that house-share, no matter what we tried to re-train her :-(

A distant cousin of my dh had just gone through a messy divorce and asked if he could come over from France and stay for a couple of weeks to get his head together. 3 weeks turned into 6 months.
He had serious gambling and alcohol issues and would regularly get plastered. On more than one occasion he fell to asleep at the table with his head in his dinner. Once he disapeared into the bathroom for a worrying length of time and everything had gone exceptionally quiet. We managed to prize the door open and found him fully clothed in the bath with numerous piles of sick all over the bathroom floor! I had the pleasure of cleaning it all up!
Getting any money out of him was like getting blood out a stone, but if he was out and you needed to find him he would be in the local amusement arcade. Never again!

Mine is small fry compared to these.

An acquaintance on my course was about to be kicked off the course in the final term as she was always late (it was a post grad, professional training thing that you could not be late for, under any circumstances). She claimed it was due to her long commute. In a moment of sympathy I offered her my spare room for minimal rent.

She moved in and even though she was on the same course as me, never came out of her room for a chat/to socialise etc. Fair enough, I didn't have to be friends with her.

Then I noticed my shampoo, shower gel, conditioner etc going down. I realised she was using them so started to keep them in my room. Rather than buy her own she started to bring my fairy liquid into the shower and was using it! So I removed the fairy liquid. Then I realised that the consistency of my shampoo etc had changed - she was fecking using it and topping the level back up with water!

But the final straw was when she had a go at me as she had slept in, again. This was my fault apparently because she had, unknown to me, been using an old cheapy alarm clock of mine that needed the battery changed. I had no idea she had been using it and if I had known I would have told her it wasn't reliable. I was advised that her sleeping in, again, was entirely my fault and I had ruined her potential career, and so on and so on and so on.

The whole experience made me wary of ever helping out a friend again. I was only doing her a favour.

Luckily the course finished.

My worst experience was a house that I shared with 2 male medical students, 1 male dentistry student, and another female student. Female student kept herself to herself and I didn't see very much of her. But the blokes.

I came across used condoms in the kitchen.

One of them attempted to cook a kind of tinned steak and kidney pie in the oven without opening the tin. It exploded in the oven and there it remained for weeks. It ended up looking like a pile of vomit.

The worst thing was one night, I was lying awake in my room when they got back from the pub. They stood outside my bedroom door and were discussing coming into my room. I was shaking with fear that I was going to be raped by the 3 of them. They didn't come in but the fear stayed with me.

I once rented a flat with a colleague of mine, paid the deposit, plus a month in advance, and some bills a year in advance. She then brought her sister, then sister's boyfriend, a cousin, a cousin's wife and an ex-boyfriend to live, innocently telling that it was only temporary, until they found jobs and places of their own. They didn't find jobs, didn't have money, didn't pay bills, hang out in the kitchen all the time, smoking. I couldn't even enter the kitchen, there simply wasn't a space for me, and they ate my food from the fridge, hoovered and used very noisy washing machine early in the morning, mainly when I was sleeping, despite me requesting them not to do so. When I raised the issue of the bills and rent, I ended up being the bad guy, and them being a majority - a family clan, I lost. I ended up moving out, and quitting my job because I couldn't face being in the same place with said colleague and former friend any more.

Shared with a bloke while doing my MSc who played Elton Johns 'Circle of Life' from the Lion King over and over. Especially at 3am when he returned home from his bar job - and again at 6am when he went to college. He was also incredibly fastidious about cleaning, we would cook dinner and he'd be washing up before we'd finished cooking. It wasn't a dirty house. He also used to smoke outside my window and I used to dread the sound of his patio door sliding open at 3am, then Elton John, then the smoke.....

Same house - had a bonkers Polish landlady whom we reported to environmental health, whom used to come round unannounced, walk straight into our rooms with whatever handyman she'd roped into fiddling with the carpet/ceiling/lighting, try and charge us for Council tax (all mature students). She accused our Japanese housemate of war crimes. We'd come home from Uni and find he 'gardening' .... eg spying on us.... Weird. And stressful.

Flat mate at uni - she wouldn't tidy up and was just manky. We met on the same teaching course - she is now in England somewhere teaching your children

She left raw chicken on the side for 4 days. I told her if she didn't throw it in the bin RIGHT NOW I would chuck it out the window...she said she was busy. So I flung it it out in to the garden!

I moved out not long after.

specialhands that is awful. I lost an awful lot of respect for doctors and dentists after seeing what they got up to at university. The nurses were much more sane and normal. I know a few medical students who would turn up for evening shifts having had a few drinks. I no longer have anything to do with three doctors after the practiced while under the influence of drink/drugs. Not cool. I reported them and nothing came of it. Left me with an even lower regard for the medical profession in the UK.

Sorry - left me with an even lower regard for the policing of the medical profession in the UK.

I'm so happy that I have my own house now & live alone; I could really do with the rent from a lodger but after my experiences of sharing (shudder) I just can't face renting out my spare room to anyone!

I've had many bad flatmates in the past - among the worst was when I lived in a flat with 3 other people (3 of us women and one man). The man was a physio in his 40s. He sexually harassed one of the other women who was also in her 40s. And he was an alcoholic basically. He would take over the lounge every evening just to get drunk - he drank out of our measuring jug instead of a glass, so I had to buy a new one.
Every morning the toilet and the bathroom stank of stale alcohol after he'd been in there - one day I even found blood down the toilet!
The woman who was being harassed reported him to our landlady, who reported him to the unit where he worked at the hospital. Then she chucked him out, thank god!

I've shared with other 'functioning' alcoholics & drug takers, all professional people unbelievably! One was a theatre ODP who was arrested for stealing & injecting fentanyl. One smoked dope & was on an anger management course. Her ex was arrested for putting mini cameras in the bathroom of his flat & spying on the women showering.

Then there were the 'bitchy' people - I hate bitchy people so when I ended up sharing with a couple of them it was a nightmare.

Also the messy people who never washed up, never emptied the bins, left hair in the bath, etc etc..

I've made some good friends though during my flat sharing days & had a good social life. So it wasn't all bad.

So many....
Lovely flatmate moved out of shared house and landlady moved two Northern Irish girls in who were very homesick. Our phone bill went from 40 to 500 quid...and they had gone back to NI. Landlady said not her problem (she was a bitch)
New male flatmate was so pleased to get a shag (possibly his first one) he copulated on the stairs to ensure we were all aware of his success. His mother called too...can I leave a message for him? It started ' his brother has been diagnosed with testicular cancer and...". What a bloody message.

Another one wanted to do mine and female flatmate's washing...and rummaged through our laundry (while we were out) looking at our underwear.

I had one lovely flatmate for years, so the experience of sharing is not all bad but when they are weird they are really weird.

Not the worst, but the funniest: the time one of my housemates brought her kinky lesbian lover back for a session one weekend afternoon. We were all sat around in the living room chatting, and could hear this sort of

OOOOH!

OOOOOOH!

AAAOOOH!

echoing down from the top floor

We were all sat there trying not to snort tea out of our noses

Flat share at uni - me and three very middle class girls who were best of friends.

I went away on placement for a month. Ignoring all the mess they made, I got back to find the bathroom light bulb had gone. They told me it had blown just after I left but they hadn't been able to replace it and the landlady was refusing to call an electrician. I replaced it that very day.

Another occasion they had a drunken fight between themselves. Girl A grabs almost full vodka bottle and smashes it over Girl B's head. Girl B, now bleeding profusely, screams and legs it out of the front door and runs down the street barefoot. I go to find her, check she's ok and finally convince her to come home. Get back to find the front door smashed in and a policeman in the living room as the neighbors called them convinced a murder was about to occur.

The girls are all still best buddies but I lived by myself for the rest of uni.

I had a housemate when I was a trainee who was absolutely disgusting and ridiculous in sooo many ways. Lets see:

1. We had separate bathrooms - thank god. He bought white bath mats for his. Lovely. 6 months into our tenancy I had to use his bathroom whilst a plumber fixed my bath... I noticed that he had never (seriously, never) cleaned these bath mats. They had started off white... they were now black almost all over, except round the very edges. I went to pick one up, thinking I might wash it for him, but it was STUCK FAST to the tiled floor... posh tiles, not sticky lino, you understand. I turned round to the toilet and notices that the entire bottom section on the bowl (i.e. just the bit that is under water) was completely brown... I have still never seen anything like this since and I know it was clean when we moved in. I actually thought it might be mud it was so thick. I have had people not believe this bit of the story, but I absolutely 100% swear its true. I never went in there again and when we moved out I made him pay the cleaning bill they slapped on us for his bathroom alone.

1. He broke his bed doing absolutely god knows what with some girl he met online and immediately gave our address to (before meeting her in person). The bed was slatted wood and fairly good quality, but he managed to break the thick crossbar rather than the thin slats. Explain that one. I only found out because he took a load of my books from the bookshelf in the lounge to prop up his bed for the next 6 months. Needless to say, I was not impressed.

1. He used to use the tumble drier every single time he washed his clothes. However, he didn't understand the concept of overfilling, so he overfilled every time. So every single time, his clothes just came out hot and wet, rather than hot and dry. And every single time, he then stuck them on drying racks on the lounge for about 3 days at a time. We lived there a year and he did at least one load of washing a week, and he ALWAYS used the drier - that's 52 times he didn't get that tumble driers are not supposed to leave your clothes hot and wet!? idiot.

1. His brother came to visit. Brother is a doctor. Though bear in mind that he came to visit so he could resit an exam (he resat EVERY exam). Brother opened fridge door within 2 mins of walking in and burped loudly. Housemate laughed. For two nights (on weekdays) until after 2am, I was kept up by raucous laugher coming from housemate's room... when I asked what was funny, they said they had been watching youtube videos. Final straw was when I walked in at 7pm after work and brother had taken over the entire living room. I said hello. Brother ignored me in my own flat. Was annoyed. Brother clearly got that - he called housemate who was on way home and told him I had walked in and shouted at him to get out (I did NOT). Housemate came home - brother started accusing me of all sorts of name calling and horrible statements (I'd been home 10 mins at this point). Brother than proceeded to pin me against a wall and try to punch me. Housemate stopped him but told me he wouldn't make him leave because "he doesn't have anywhere else to stay". Given that daddy was a surgeon and brother a trainee doctor who lived at home I told them to find a hotel. Housemate refused. We barely spoke again after that.

My last flatmate was an absolute horror, it got to the point where I'd sit in my room in tears and there was one night when DP stayed that I had to bodily restrain him (him being a foot taller than me!) to stop him going out and beating the living shit out of him.

When I first moved in it was a totally different dynamic - I was 22 and moved in with a lovely 21yo gay couple. One of the guys suddenly left the other after I'd been living there just a few weeks, saddled him with a lot of debt, left him working full time while also studying primary teaching full time with placements, etc. The guy I was left living with went a bit crazy with the grief, quit his job, bombed uni in his final year, started working in a local gay bar until ungodly hours of the night when he'd come home and cook loudly, have long phone conversations in the middle of the night, invite friends round to continue the party... at 3am on a Tuesday when I was up at 7am for work. I once went out to ask them to keep the noise down and one of his psycho friends started screaming at me, threatened me, called me a cunt and started hammering on my bedroom door.

He rarely cleaned, he smoked like a chimney all over the flat, he kept taking my GHDs out of my room and leaving them in his, he'd invite friends and family to stay with us and they'd be camped out on our couch for weeks and weeks on end without asking me or even having any clue when they might fancy fucking off back to Stornoway. His sister would stay whenever she felt like it and he'd offer her my expensive shampoo to use without asking me. He'd eat my food and not replace it.

After what felt like a decade (it was just under a year), I got the go-ahead to move across the country to live with DP. He tried to keep my deposit after I moved out "because I left a day before I said I would" and then - more fool me, I know - I had agreed to keep the Sky bill coming out of my account if he transferred me the last three bills as they came in. Did he fuck. I chased him for weeks, he blocked me and DP wherever he could and I've never heard a peep from him since.

Oh, and he also had the heating on ALL THE LIVE-LONG DAY regardless of the time of year, and he would stick the washing machine on to wash one t-shirt and one pair of boxers, then he would tumble dry them. He did this every single time he was working and then expected me to split the bills 50/50.

Mine is just small and amusing - we took in a lodger once as his friend whom he was living with was having his house repossessed.
When lodger left his friend's house, his friend solemnly handed him a coffee mug with a quite impressive mold growing in it, apparently it was a standing joke between them that said lodger never did washing up.

Lodger took the cup, brought it to our house and put it in his room "to see what happened".

It ended up being christened "Albert" and by the time our lodger decided to move out 2 years later Albert was several inches out of the cup and a fascinating set of colours.

Sadly the girlfriend he has about to move in with picked up Albert, poured boiling water over him and threw him on the compost!

We held a little funeral for him.
She didn't join in.