When I was younger I lived in a massive house with four to five other people. Having lived in that house for about five years, I accumulated a lot of stories. This one is about my old (distant) friend and former roommate Hailey.
Hailey and I had been friends throughout high school and, even though we went to college in different cities, we remained friends. I’d been living in my house for about a year when she mentioned that she was moving to my city. A roommate had just left so we had room for her and things seemed like they would work well.
Hailey had a job that required travel and a few months after she moved in she was sent on a contract that would run about four months. She left mid month. The day after I dropped her off at the airport I got a call from our landlord. She hadn’t paid that month’s rent yet and she hadn’t told him that she would be out of the country for a few months. (We all rented our rooms separately so rent was collected individually.) Not cool. I emailed her right away and didn’t get a reply. I emailed her repeatedly and finally told her that the landlord was going to contact her parents to have her things removed if he didn’t hear from her. She finally sent me a money order that would pay for two month’s rent (she was now three months behind). When she returned to town a few weeks later she was able to pay. She settled everything and moved back to her parent’s home.
A couple of years passed. And then she decided to move back to the city. She knew better than to ask to move in to my house again but she did ask if she could stay over for a week while she found her own place and a new job. One week became two. Two weeks became a month. I finally put my foot down after six weeks and explained that it was time for her to go. In the time that she’d stayed with me she had never once offered to help with rent (I wasn’t expecting it but would have appreciated it), she didn’t help with chores, and she stayed in my room with me. She had started dating someone and, since she didn’t have a key, she would wake me up at all hours to be let in.
Fast forward by about six years. I was living with my husband and Hailey lived nearby. Her friend Ann had an emergency and needed a new place to stay for just a couple of weeks until she found a new place. She moved in with Hailey and did the exact same thing to Hailey that Hailey had done to me. Hailey constantly complained about Ann’s overstaying her welcome, inability to chip in with rent, and late nights out. As catty as it may be, it was nice to see Hailey get a taste of her own medicine. 0226-16
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