Today’s post is from Tonya at Budget and the Beach. Enjoy!

As I sit here and mull over the fact that very soon I might either have to move into a crappy one bedroom apartment that is more affordable than where I currently live, or possibly have to move in somewhere with a roommate, it brings me back to some not-so-fond memories I had in the past of having some nightmare roommates, and the moochers in their life.

The first time was when I first moved to L.A. and lived with a girl who I used to work with. It was a fabulous and spacious apartment with a partial ocean view, and we each had our own bathroom, which is important to girls. Her boyfriend at the time lived in Seattle, but started spending more and more time in L.A. in our apartment.

Soon I learned that he didn’t have a job, and had no real address to speak of in Seattle…but the real kicker is when his mail started showing up at our address. Hmmm, seems to me he has “moved in” and is now living rent free. That’s pretty convenient…for him.

I asked them if they’d like to go to dinner one night, where I had a conversation about how I thought since we were now getting his mail, that he was like a third roommate, and should split the costs accordingly…at the VERY least the utilities. Surprisingly the conversation went OK, but I still think she paid for everything of his, and after a couple of months, they told me they were moving out and getting their own place. In case you were wondering, it didn’t work out for them.

The second time was even more disastrous. It was that same apartment. After my first roommate left I had a dream roommate who barely was ever home, and only seemed to use his room. He was a stranger who answered my ad on Craigslist. He was there just over a year when he told me he was moving out.

Scrambling to keep that place, I asked a woman who was a lot older than me, and who I worked and was friends with, if she wanted to move in, because her place was going up in rent significantly.

Even though I hated all her antique furniture, I lived with it. What wasn’t part of the deal was the fact that her two grown kids practically moved in, started using all my stuff, and my roommate even asked if her son could let HIS friends stay in my room while I was away. My answer was no. WTF?

The straw that broke the camel’s back was one night I was in the middle of making dinner, and a key ingredient that I had bought was missing from the fridge. Her son said he ate it, and so I, feeling fairly pissed, asked my roommate if she could go buy more. She did, but seemed angry about it.

The next day I was at home when I received a call from her, where she screamed and yelled at me (she said I disrespected her) and called me every name in the book, and then hung up on me before I had a chance to say anything.

I went out that very day and got my own place and gave the landlord my 30-day notice. Believe me when I say that’s the short story. I won’t even go into how crazy she got after that.

If my second roommate had just come to me and said, ” My kids will be here X amount of time for X reasons, and we will respect your stuff,” then things could have been a whole lot different. Instead these people in both situations just showed up and started living rent free without any discussion, and using stuff that wasn’t theirs. How is this OK?

My good friend has an ex roommate who is…well a bit of a human Eeyore. They met in college and even moved out to California together years ago, but their friendship started to get rocky when Eeyore fell more and more into a victim role. Despite his negative demeanor, he had a good job.

Long story short, it’s been several years since they’ve lived together, and Eeyore still owes my friend nearly 3k in deposit money from the place they vacated. My friend has mentioned it to him, but still hasn’t gotten his money back. Meanwhile, Eeyore is now crashing on the couch of some mutual friends of ours, not paying rent at all, and has made no mention of when he is leaving.

Am I the only person out there who thinks this is a million kinds of wrong? Am I just too uptight? Have you ever had to deal with moochers in your own life?

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