It was suggested and I say, why not. Let the stories begin and the healing process continue.
My first bad experiance with roommates was downright absurd. I was a freshman so the college I went to shoved me in a closet size space with 3 other guys. Imagine a 30 hours a week of classes physics major with a 6 hour pasty faced African Studies Major (on the ultimate frisbee team of course), and two Comm major jocks. One of the jocks quickly developed a nasty alchohol and drug problem and took to assaulting people in their sleep. First I knew was when he gave the other jock a black eye to which the black eyed roomie then went 'Yah, he does that'. I was doing everything I could to get out of that room (no money of my own, full scholarship) with the housing office, completly blown off. The housing person would schedule meetings with me on days she didn't come in. Well, surprise surprise, I got attacked one tuesday morning as I lay sleeping on my bottom bunk. Kicked my face in. Took two years of reconstructive surgery, couldnt breath through my nose for a year. The college sent the police, who were called, away. Shredded all records pertaining to the psycho's diciplinary/drug problems as well as anything that showed I lived on campus. Threatening phone calls from their legal team, two worthless lawyers on my side (first never mentioned she was a Fordham grad, the second decided it wasnt worth the effort). My parents were sadly no help in this whatsoever, they simply told me to put it behind me and not worry about it. Signed a settlement for not even a half a semester's tuition, was still drugged up, going through surgeries, and quite frightened at their talk of having me blackballed from colleges and whatnot. Evil Evil People.
Next roomie I had was a suicidally depressed Irishman. His name was Patrick, best roommate ever. Only bothersome thing was he would also be in, just laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Not sleeping, watching tv or anything, just laying there. Quiet, not too messy, and I was able to drag him out for some fun every now and again. His complete disregard for his own safety really helped with the having fun part.
Next roomie was an honest to god Aryan Brotherhood member. Rather startled me to notice the tattoos one day. Beat his girlfriend. Hated the guy, but he never actually bothered me and was really neat so it wasn't too bad.
Latest run with shared housing can be seen in thread Duplex Duplicity. Two connivers I met through the roommate list for law school who claimed not to know eachother. Said the verbal agreement we had about rooms and rent never existed (as tho I'd sign a lease with others without that worked out). Lied to the Broker and Landlord to get the keys earlier than the contract states (planning on taking what rooms they wanted and sticking me with the leftover). Lie to cover eachother's lies, and signed out my key from the management office, leaving me with no way to move in if I wanted (besides calling emergency services, but that would be ridiculous). I'm going to chat with the landlord management people monday, see if they will work with me in getting out of this nightmare. The other two are rich spoiled brats and I've got my life savings invested in the damn place. Wish me luck with that.
I dare say that was a solid start.
Now cheer me up with your own tales of woe :}
Qui vivens laedit morte medetur.
He who hurts in life, heals in death.