Alright, so I live with my boyfriend now, but before this, I lived alone for years. Living alone is one of the small joys in life, and even though I love waking up next to my boyfriend everyday, sometimes I really miss living totally alone. But nothing about living with my boyfriend is ever as bad as when I lived with roommates.
I am not big on having roommates. Oh, I’ve had a few them, I even lived with 3 of my best friends at one time. Sure, it was fun at times, we partied, bonded and made tons of memories. But I do recall a sink full of dishes we just left when we moved out, because it was that bad. And also there was this time where I remember dragging 4 bags of garbage down our apartment stairs and sobbing after weeks of asking my roomie to take it out. Oh and that time I had mono and my roommates wouldn’t let me use or touch anything, so I ended up moving back in with my parents. Yeah, for me, the bad out weighed the good. Check out these hilarious passive aggressive notes the prove having a roommate is the worst.