When I moved out of my parents' house as an adult (in my mid 20's), I rented a room from a couple. Which was a mistake.
The female half ("Kelly") had some issues. She could go from cheerful and upbeat to completely flipping out in less than a minute. The male ("Larry") was nice enough, but was a self-professed "Mama's Boy" who was more than happy to let Kelly take care of everything - and she was more than happy to do so, as long as EVERYONE knew how hard she worked.
I generally kept to myself - I had the master bedroom with my own half bathroom, and generally went out 4-5 nights a week. I ate at different times than they did, and for the first few months, things were fine.
Then Larry and Kelly started having problems.
It started when Kelly came home from work one day. I was chilling in the living room, and she walked in the door. She went upstairs, and all of a sudden, I started hearing outbursts of swear words, along with "He did NOT just do that!" She ran into the basement (aka Larry's Man Cave) and started SCREAMING about him about using her stuff. (although she didn't say stuff.) I ran upstairs, hid out until it was time for me to go out for the evening, and got out as fast as I could. When I returned three hours later, it had apparently still been going on, because when I passed Larry in the hallway, he was muttering about crazy people ranting about stupid things. I have no clue what he used, or why it was that big of a crisis that he used it - and from what I gathered, she had never even told him he couldn't use it.
Kelly refused to run the air conditioning. We live in a humid climate. In the summer, it quickly became unbearable. Opening windows does nothing when the humidity remains in the 60% range. Larry and I both put window units in our rooms. I only ran mine when I was sleeping. He would leave his on all day. Kelly would leave nasty notes directed at me for leaving my air conditioning on - knowing full well that I didn't do so. It was easier than actually talking to Larry, though.
Then she turned on me. On good days, she gave me the silent treatment. On bad days, she would scream at me for the pettiest infractions. One time, she and Larry were eating in the living room while I was in there. He and I were on good terms. He squeezed the ketchup bottle and it made a loud farting noise. I made a joke about it, Larry responded with another one, we both laughed. Kelly hissed at him, "Do NOT talk to her." I left the room. I figured it was safer.
Larry's "job" was to take out the trash. Kelly would not do it, and the one time I did it, she snapped at me that it was LARRY'S job and I was NOT to EVER take the trash out again. So, as you can imagine, we ended up with a serious fruit fly problem in the kitchen. While I was out for the day, Larry sent me a quick text saying he was going to bug bomb the kitchen. The problem seemed to go away. Then Larry let the trash pile up again, Kelly refused to let anyone take it out, and it happened again. Kelly made a comment about how it was a good thing that he had to bug bomb the kitchen again, because "It's about time he did something."
Kelly's birthday arrived. Despite the fact that she was being incredibly nasty to me, I still bought her a small gift - a $10 gift card to a business she patronized on a regular basis, along with a funny card. I gave it to her in front of Larry, and her initial response was to not say anything. Larry gave her a look, and she finally mumbled "Thanks."
Somewhere in this time frame, they broke up, but both continued to live there. I didn't know about the break-up - nothing had been said to me, and nothing was said on Facebook. In fact, Kelly still had herself listed as "In a relationship
", while Larry's relationship
status was blank. Kelly continued to interact with Larry like they were a couple. I had no clue that they were no long together. The only hint I had that something was up was when Larry said to me that he "might" be moving out, but nothing was settled, and I didn't need to worry about it because it probably wasn't going to happen.
Then I came home one night from choir practice, and heard loud voices from the basement. Larry was telling Kelly that she needed to leave, because while he would always care about her, he wanted to move on - and wanted to start bringing girls to the house. She was sobbing hysterically. I ran up to my room, shut the door, and waited until I heard one of them come upstairs for the night before I went downstairs to finally eat dinner. (at about 10:30 PM)
That was when I found out that they had broken up. And that was when Kelly turned on me completely.
If I was in the same room as her, she would glare daggers at me. My back would actually start to hurt from the tension. She would snap at me for simply existing. She began leaving passive-aggressive notes around the house directed at me. One of them lectured me about leaving lights on in the main bathroom and basement all day. I didn't use those rooms in the morning. There was no way it could have been me - and she knew it. Prior to this, she didn't care if I used any of their stuff. In fact, we had agreed when I moved in that it would be fine. After this, she would flip out about it. In the meantime, she had no problem with sitting on the couches that I had brought with me when I moved in. (before that, the only living room furniture they had was a lawn chair. I bought two couches, an end table, and a coffee table.)
I finally had enough. It came to a head the night I was watching a show that had been DVR'd. That had never been a problem - in fact, when I moved in, Larry told me to feel free to add things and watch whatever I wanted. She started SCREAMING that she had a very specific way she recorded shows and I was not allowed to watch them. Larry stood there silently. I left the room. And from that point forward, I refused to be in the room with her. There was nothing I could say that would make things better, and she couldn't be reasoned with.
I got on Craigslist, found a nice soon-to-be-divorced woman in her late 30's looking to rent a room, and gave my notice.
When I gave Kelly my notice, her immediate response was, "Well, you know I'm moving out, but whatever."
The notes continued. She tried to claim I owed her money for food items I had used. Of those items, the only one I had used had been flour. She then tried to claim I hadn't paid for internet. I had incorporated into my rent check. I did forget once, she told me - nicely - and I promptly paid her and apologized.
I had given them a small deposit when I moved in. When I gave her my final rent check, I included $20 to cover things she claimed I used (not worth the fight), and told her to keep the deposit to cover the remainder of the month. (I was moving out halfway through.) She started sputtering that she needed that money and I would get it back when Larry got new roommates. I refused. I knew she had spent the deposit money the minute she got it.
I moved out. I took several pictures when I moved out of the room in case she tried to claim damage. Larry inspected when I left (Kelly was, thankfully, at work), and he said everything was fine. He apologized when I left, saying that he didn't know that Kelly was going to behave the way she did. I told him that it would have made things a lot easier had he told me they had broken up. He got a puzzled look on his face, "I thought I did ... you know, when I said I might be moving out?" Nope.
I had a much better time with my next roommate. I only moved out of her house because I moved in with my now-DH, and we ended up renting the whole house from her later on.