Roommate Tiff

                When I came to college, I was looking forward to a couple things: new people, independence, the campus, the food, and lastly becoming best friends with my roommate.  Everything is just how I expected it to be….all but the roommate part.

                I feel that roommates are supposed to be friends. Like really close friends.  I mean, they freaking live together…in the same room…sharing 14 square feet of space.  Life would be a LOT simpler and more fun if you and your roommate were friends.  But, my roommate see things differently. Let’s start from the beginning.

                My boyfriend Daniel came over for the first time a couple weeks ago.  His college is about an hour and a half away from here, it isn’t that easy to commute between the 2 daily.  I picked him up Saturday and we chilled at my dorm for a bit but then I had to go to work.  Keep in mind my roommate agreed to let Daniel stay here while I was at work and overnight.  SO….I went to work.  Daniel, not knowing VT all that well, had to stay in my dorm room while I was gone.  And my roommate don’t say ANYTHING to me about it.  The next morning we left for his college and I came back Sunday night.  The rest of the week passed a little…..weird.  My roommate and I used to talk.  I mean, we weren’t best friends but I considered us to be at least friends. But that week….she didn’t really talk to me.  You know who she did talk to?..... Our mutual friends….about me…...WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?! She was complaining to them about Daniel staying in the dorm while I’m gone and I leaving me closest door open (by accident) and how much it bothered her.  I found all of this out from our friends….instead of her. 

                When I tried to confront her about it, she wouldn’t budge.  She would say there was nothing wrong and nothing to talk about.  I didn’t even really get mad about her talking to our friends about me.  I was more upset over the fact that she didn’t come to ME about it. I’M FLEXIBLE. I’M WILLING TO COMPROMISE OR WHATEVER! But nooooooooo, there was nothing wrong. Whatever.

 Anyways, a few days before the confrontation, my roommate and I had set up our roommate agreement. It says that visitors are allowed over and males are allowed to spend the night.  Since she had upset me with the whole “nothing’s wrong” bull poop I TOLD her I was picking up Daniel last weekend and bringing him back. And she said ok.  The same thing happened last weekend as it did the weekend before; I brought Daniel back, spent some time with him, went to work, came back, went to sleep, and Daniel and I left Sunday morning.  And AGAIN…..my roommate complained about it to everyone…..EVERYONE….but me.  Even being REALLY passive aggressive towards me, which hurt a lot. And then she did something so really messed up and really hurtful….but I’ll tell you all about that next week.

Until next time.

Devi