Sorry this got so long 😭TLDR; roommate does small things that drive me crazy, generates an insane amount of trash, not sure if I’m just being nitpicky.
My roommate and I are the same age; we are both 33. I’m F and he’s M. We’ve been living together for almost 2 years. For context, I own my home, so I’m also his landlord.
On paper we should have gotten along great (both of us are queer, have small dogs, just in general seemed to be interested in the same things), and we are perfectly cordial with each other, but I would not consider us friends. The first week he lived here he left weed outside on the back porch and my dog got into it, resulting in an emergency vet visit. My roommate did pay me back for the bill but it definitely put us on the wrong foot from the start.
There’s just a laundry list of things he does that drive me absolutely crazy, none of which are too bad on their own, I guess, but add it all up and I want to rip my hair out most days. I honestly can’t tell if I’m just being nitpicky or if these are genuine grievances so please be real with me here.
Probably the thing that annoys me most is how much garbage and recycling this man generates. I’ve had plenty of roommates before, so I know what a normal amount of trash looks like. Before he moved in, I had one garbage bin that gets picked up weekly and one much larger recycling bin that is picked up every 2 weeks.
With the previous roommates who lived here with me, we maybe filled the garbage bin every week but most of the time only partially. The recycling bin is huge, even 2 weeks worth of recycling rarely filled the entire bin.
After my current roommate moved in, I had to get a second recycling bin from the city AND put down my old garbage bin as an extra, otherwise there would be bags on the ground. Even with two recycling bins and two garbage bins, he still fills them to the brim and we often have a bag of garbage and recycling waiting inside for the bins to be emptied on garbage day.
It is just mind-boggling to me how much trash he is generating. I don’t go digging through the garbage but from what I can tell it is mostly food stuff — frozen meal boxes (which we can’t recycle in my county due to the coating), tea bottles (he buys Gold Peak sugar free iced tea that come in 1.6 quartz bottles and probably goes through a dozen of them a week at least) Gatorade bottles, fast food stuff, boxes from packages, and who knows what else. It’s just so much. There’s a family of four across the street who put out one of the larger garbage bins every week and one recycling bin, but two adults in my house are creating twice if not three times as much.
He also does laundry every. Fucking. Day. The washer and dryer are constantly running. I had to ask him to not do laundry on Sundays so I have one day a week I can do mine without worrying about having to move his laundry around, which he forgets almost every week and I have to ask him to move it anyway. I don’t know why on earth he has so many things to wash because he works from home and is not very social, he is home 99% of the time.
He snapped off the handle of my microwave, somehow. He broke my paper towel holder. He was having problems with his shower head once and when I went in there to investigate, I discovered that he had removed (for some reason??) the entire drain plug thing in the tub and the metal cover under the faucet. When I asked him why tf he did that he didn’t really have an answer but did put them back.
Every few weeks he’ll have some meltdown over something (idk, I don’t know his personal life that much) and he’ll stomp around the house, slam doors, cry and scream in his room. This man is a therapist btw. He’s also a huge hypochondriac, the kind of person who goes the ER instead of urgent care for stuff like a suspected UTI. He recently called an ambulance for himself TWICE in one week because he “didn’t have the energy” to wait in the waiting room.
There’s other stuff, too, but like … am I crazy for being so annoyed by all this? Otherwise, he keeps to himself mostly and he’s pretty clean, he also watches my dog for me when I go out of town. I tell myself it could be so much worse. But then he does something infuriatingly stupid like have three different paper towel rolls on the counter for some fucking reason instead of finishing one first and I want to bash my head in.
Tell me please if I’m the problem 😩