MY Roommate From Hell

Drake asked for it and I still need to talk about it so here it is.

From January until late June of 2006 I lived with the single moo of a six year old she brat from hell. In the beginning I loved the kid and we did really well together. Moo didn't work and I did but I thought that as long as her welfare was paying her bills we would be all right. The only problem we had was the brat. To this day I call her Psyhcobaby. RM (short for roommate) swore the kid's problems were because of ADHD but her biggest problem was lack of parenting. There was also the issue of moo thinking that she and Psychobaby were victims of some sort. NO!!! They weren't!!! Psychobaby was a right real cunt of the highest order. If the TV wasn't on a channel she wanted to watch she would stand in front of it and scream. We only had one TV in the place and I wasn't about to spend money to make Psychobaby happy. RM thought she was "expressing herself" and she had to "calm her down." Moo speak for "My daughter is a cunt but I'm going to bow down and kiss her ass because that's easier than disciplining her." Psychobaby was allowed to tell an adult "You can have the last five minutes of it" in reference to the show she screamed through. I got to listen to her crap through the series finales of Charmed and Malcolm in the Middle.

Moo's worst habit was telling Psychobaby crap like "Satans's Bitch will put you in time out." and then wonder where my resentment came from. Was she totally stupid? I think that was part of her problem. She would also carry on about the time her baby daddy called the kid a "fucking little cunt." In April of that year I came to understand WHY he called her that. I will never say it was right or that I condone his reaction but I can see where it came from. The final straw for me was the day Psychobaby hit my cat Rowan hard enough to make her dizzy for ten minutes afterward. I turned them into CPS that day but I don't know what became of Psychobaby after that. I moved out that night.

Even before that happened Psychobaby was highly manipulative. One example of this was the TV. When Psychobaby had been away from it for thirty minutes I would change her stupid little Hello Kitty cartoons. Psychobaby would whine to moo that I had changed the channel but not tell moo she had walked away from the damn thing thirty minutes before I changed it. Instead of correcting Psychobaby moo would jump to her defense. I never understood why it was OK for the brat to do this.

The problems I remember are as follows:
1) Moo thought her little cunt of a daughter had the same rights as an adult.
2) Telling the kid that I would punish her. I did for a while because it was my way of getting back at the brat. When I realized it would make moo more miserable when I didn't I stopped. Childish to get back at a six year old, I know.
3) No rules, no boundaries and no discipline. Moo couldn't be bothered to put down her cell phone long enough to do any of that.
4) When she did something wrong moo would hug the cunt and tell her everything was all right. She never got in trouble. Even when moo saw her do something wrong.
5) Moo never once told the brat to be nice to my cat. It wasn't something she could be bothered to do. I was constantly keeping Psychobaby away from Rowan. I was looking for another apartment for two months before the major incident happened. In the beginning Psychobaby wasn't horrible but she wasn't taught to be around animals and moo couldn't be bothered to get off of her ass.

I finally got pissed off enough to turn RM into child welfare after the incident with Rowan. The social worker I talked to cussed me out for not doing it sooner. In all honesty I should have.

I am very very sorry if I didn't put this together very well. It's a subject that still pisses me off. When Psychobaby hit Rowan that might RM had no reaction besides "whatever." That's a direct quote. I took my cat to the vet and Rowan was lucky to not suffer serious harm because of that fucking little cunt. Is it obvious that I'm still pissed off at that incident??? In all honesty I wish I had beaten the fucking little cunt. When I couldn't do that I settled for screaming things like "you were born an ugly piece of shit" "shut up you stupid, ugly little shit piece" "you're too stupid to breathe much less talk" "are you retarded or stupid?" "If you aren't retarded then you must be stupid. Retarded or stupid , which one is it?"

I am not proud of the things I said or did. On one occasion when I put the brat in time out and RM was out of sight I shook her. It only lasted two minutes and she wasn't young enough to hurt but I went too far. I'm surprised Psychobaby didn't tell her moo about that. I will say it again. I AM NOT PROUD OF MY REACTION AND WE CAN ARGUE THAT I SHOULD HAVE HANDLED THIS CRAP A LOT BETTER THAN I DID. The only thing I can say in my own defense is that I have never and will never deal with a truly disturbed child. After that incident I declared myself CF and started fighting for a tubal ligation. I have never allowed myself to be unattended around children after that incident. I don't trust myself and haven't since 2006.

There it is. My time in hell. I will say it again. I am not proud of my words or actions during that time and I don't have a real defense. Once again, I'm sorry if this wasn't put together very well but I did my best with a subject that is still hard for me to talk about.

satansbitch-THANKYOU! I know that wasn't pleasant to write, but I really appreciate it very much

You are a better person than I am. I hate to say this, but I wouldn't be able to help myself and I would have beaten the shit out of her. I am not a vilolent person (except during PMS lol), but I don't think I could have kept myself in check around that piece of shit brat. And I'm just like you, I don't trust myself around certain kids if they annoy me. Kids push all of my buttons like no one else can.. I'm not proud of myself for being that way, but at least I know it and am not a breeder. The last straw would have been her hitting my pet. NO ONE hurts an animal while I am around.

You did the right thing, and you handled everything really well. How you maintained some sanity after all of that is beyond me. I can see why it upset you to write about it. So thankyou very much for doing this! It means a lot for you to share it with me and everyone else

SBitch, I admire your self-restraint. I would've beaten that little cunt's ass three times a day. As soon as she started with the shrieking in front of TV, I would've plonked myself in front of it and shrieked all through her shows.

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" ... what's one more once you've already got two shedding on the couch?"

Wow,SB, what a horrible ordeal.

I would not have been able to deal with that kid at all. I would have beat her ass. I also would have screamed right back at her in her face. I have no problem telling the future felons in my neighborhood to shut the fuck up and have screamed at them many times. I do this behind my screen door, because I know what I am capable of if I am able to grab one of them.

You showed a remarkable amount of restraint, considering what a little shitstain the kid was.

Satansbitch,

I'm really sorry you had to endure that and I hope you are doing much better now. I can't help but wonder if that's the biggest reason many of us are so adamantly CF. We don't condone violence, but our impatience with these horrible children make us forget ourselves (temporary insanity?). I feel your reaction was natural and everyone seems to echo that sentiment. I feel guilty for not only wanting to smack the shit out of a brat, but I have been angry to the point where I wished the bastard had never been born or wished they had been aborted...

I did get back at Psychobaby on more than one occasion. During her TV time I would jump on the couch or scream and yell. It was childish on my part but there came a day when if I was not getting peace in my home Psychobaby wasn't either.

One thing I forgot to mention is RM's lack of hygeine. When I moved out neither she nor Psychbaby had showered in months. I would occasionally put Psychobaby in the tub but I quit doing that because I didn't want to be accused of something. The only time RM took a shower is when I quit changing Rowan's litter box. I left Rowan's filthy litter box in a corner of the kitchen and told RM it would be cleaned either when she did it herself or took a shower. I knew RM was too OCD to touch it so it stunk up the kitchen for a week.

Rowan also took it upon herself to get back at Psychobaby by peeing in her clean laundry basket. My dog Athena would pee in her shoes. I never once corrected either one of them. They were often given treats for doing that.

ETA: Rowan had a perfectly clean litter box in my closet. RM never knew that because I wanted her to tell me what a horrible pet owner I was. I was picking fights at this point. She would tell me I'm a horrible pet owner and I would tell her she was a shitty excuse for a parent. I know i'm not putting this together very well and that's because it still pisses me off to the point of irrationality.

Satansbitch, I know you feel that you went too far in your reaction to Psychobaby, but for putting up with all that shit for so long, you were really patient and showed a lot of self-restraint. All I can say is you are a much better person that I am. I tell you what, as much as I love my cats, if some little brat hit my cats like Psychobaby hit Rowan, I would see nothing but red and there would be hell to pay. You were the better person to report them to CPS.

Your roommate had zero parenting skills whatsoever. I can't believe she would tell her loaf that you would punish her when she should have been the one responsible for disciplining her. She painted you as the bad guy and would not even lift a finger to correct her brat's behavior. She wanted you to do her dirty work for her. It's no wonder that Psychobaby acted the way she did. Everything she did in Moo's eyes was right, she could do no wrong

I did my pets no favors by going to jail. I had to tell myself that over and over again. I wanted nothing better than to beat the little shit stain and cut her tongue out of her mouth. In all honesty, those are the kindest things I wanted to do to Psychobaby, Pissy Cunt, (as one of our neighbors called her), Psycho Brat, Hell Brat. The list goes on but those are the nicknames I remember right now. Our nieghbors didn't like her either. Our apartment was in an extended stay motel and the manager told me I was welcome back but Psychobaby was not. When I left California in October of that year RM and Pychobaby still had their pictures in the management office with a sign saying Child is a brat! Do not rent! As much as RM bitched about my pets and me not cleaning a litter box that shows me who the real problem was.

It shocked me when Pychobaby hit Rowan and RM's reaction was "what ever." I hope she said that to the social worker who wanted to put her kid in the psych ward for a good long time. I also hope Psycho baby was drugged into oblivion after that. I know she was investigated and Psychobaby was made to see a shrink but that's all I know. I would have Fed Exed my pets to my parents and killed the fucking little cunt if I had stayed in contact.

What shocked me at the time is that I was capable of grabbing her by her shoulders and shaking her for a solid two minutes. I never knew I was capable of that. Hell, it shocks me six years after the fact.

Rowan passed away of old age in 2008. Athena is still with me. I still apologize for the crap I made her deal with. I still often take her to Petsmart for treats because of having to deal with Psychobaby. I doubt Athena remembers but I do and I'm still sorry.

I haven't trusted myself around children since that incident. I refuse to be alone with one. This is the biggest reason I won't let any child within ten feet of me.

Ugh, what a nightmare. When I was looking for a place recently, I had an account at Roommates.com. I figure it would be decent since it's paid membership. I can't tell you the number of mombies who emailed me looking to share a house. One had five kids. FIVE!

No thanks lady, I have no desire to live with a human pez dispenser.

FIVE brats? Can you imagine the smell that would bulid up in an apartment after a month of that?
It would probably make a monkey cage smell like a rose garden...

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FIVE brats? Can you imagine the smell that would bulid up in an apartment after a month of that?
It would probably make a monkey cage smell like a rose garden...

Just Psychobaby stunk and that was only one.

Just one kid and they stink! EWWWWWW!

I've always wondered how breeders can refer to their brats as "little adults" that we're all supposed to treat with "respect" etc... but then when the little shit gets to throwing itself on the floor in tantrums and do cruel things to animals, etc that "it's just a CHYIULD!!! their brains aren't developed enough to know better!"

So which is it breeders????????????? Because if they are "little adults" then they need to face up to the consequences of their actions without any coddling! And if by chance they are "just kids" "don't know any better" then YOU ARE THE ONE TO BLAME, amirite breederbutts????

Hello! I'm Octo CF - That means I'm CF 8 fuckin' times over! HA!!!

I imagine the mom who had 5 kids was having a hellof a time finding a roommate!

She's probably hoping to snag a Wallet by advertising for a roommate.
How insane would a guy, or anyone for that matter,
have to be to live with this person and her rugrats?

Honest to God, I would rather be homeless than live with five brats. I would go stark raving mad.

I rented a room from a lady once. The lady had a two year old. I will call the landlady Martha. I'll call the two year old he-brat Sam. Sam was okay at first. Then all hell broke loose when he was getting ready to turn three. You could say to him the sky is blue and he'd started screaming, screeching, whining and wailing. I'd dread hearing them come home because I knew he'd start that whining about nothing. I was also sick of the odor. He kept crapping on himself even after he turned three so he smelled. Then his diapers would stink up the house. In all fairness, Martha was a clean person. She tried to potty train him. She'd wrap the diapers up in shit-mart bags and put them downstairs instead of leaving them upstairs with us. She'd also discipline the brat, even resorting to spanking a few times. When he'd start that wailing, she'd try to shut him up. She tried. I'll give her that. But rooming with children is hell. I was so sick of his noise and odor that I was ready to throw him out of a window (not really but he was frustrating to me). If I had known that she had a toadler in the beginning, I never would've rented from her. But, I was desperate and she didn't mention that in the Craigslist ad. I only knew about the brat when I went to sign my lease and he was sitting there in a high chair. I was childfree before renting the room but that situation just solidified it. I would seriously be driven to suicide or homicide if I had to put up with the whining and that odor 24/7. I could always just shut my door and let Martha deal with it. But if it were on me, I'd put a bullet in my head. I could tolerate a newborn before I could tolerate a toadler.

I think I would have left medicine and other household poisons right at kid level... That kid is probably not going to contribute anything to society. OH, and if anyone hurts my animals, I beat the shit out of them.

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I think I would have left medicine and other household poisons right at kid level... That kid is probably not going to contribute anything to society. OH, and if anyone hurts my animals, I beat the shit out of them.

Please believe me when I say that beating the shit out of Psychobaby will always be on the very top of my bucket list. I peek at moo's FB page from time to time and she is now 12. From the complaints moo makes about her nothing has changed. She still has a complete lack of rules, limits, boundaries, and discipline. Now that the kid's twelve the problems are bigger. I wish moo all the suffering in the world.

Before I left I did three things to get back at both of these two. Our cable package had a porn channel we couldn't block out. I always left it on where Psychobaby could see it. She would start laughing like a hyena whenever she saw it and moo would wake up instantly so the brat never saw anything major. It was always a thorn in moo's side to have to get up and turn it off. There are more than three things if you count the scary movies. I had stopped caring about what was good for Psychobaby by that point and I was watching what I liked on TV. I didn't give two fat shits if Psychobaby was afraid of Klingons I was watching Star Trek movies anyway.

On the night I left I took some parting shots. The first was taking Rowan's vet records to CPS. The second parting shot was to put a stray cat's flea bitten fur in their bed. I put it between the top sheet and blanket, inside the pillow case and under the mattress. I got it from a friendly stray right before I took him to the humane society. I laugh about it thinking I took revenge on the moocunt and her psycho little bastard. Rowan and Athena slept a lot better and were a lot happier when we moved out.

Once again, I'm sorry if these posts aren't well put together. I'm dealing with a difficult subject and I'm trying not to make these posts too long. It's easy to forget a few things in all of the rage these memories bring up.

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Rowan also took it upon herself to get back at Psychobaby by peeing in her clean laundry basket. My dog Athena would pee in her shoes. I never once corrected either one of them. They were often given treats for doing that.

Did Psychobaby ever notice her aromatic clothing or shoes?

How would she notice, she smelled like shit and piss anyway

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Rowan also took it upon herself to get back at Psychobaby by peeing in her clean laundry basket. My dog Athena would pee in her shoes. I never once corrected either one of them. They were often given treats for doing that.

Did Psychobaby ever notice her aromatic clothing or shoes?

Her moo and I would argue about it constantly. I always told her that my pets would not be house broken until her daughter was. I don't want to think about how money moo spent on Psychobaby's shoes and clothes.

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Rowan also took it upon herself to get back at Psychobaby by peeing in her clean laundry basket. My dog Athena would pee in her shoes. I never once corrected either one of them. They were often given treats for doing that.

Did Psychobaby ever notice her aromatic clothing or shoes?

Her moo and I would argue about it constantly. I always told her that my pets would not be house broken until her daughter was. I don't want to think about how money moo spent on Psychobaby's shoes and clothes.

Wonder who's doing the service now? Of course we could soon be coming into the next generation of Bratzillas!

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SBitch, I admire your self-restraint. I would've beaten that little cunt's ass three times a day. As soon as she started with the shrieking in front of TV, I would've plonked myself in front of it and shrieked all through her shows.

I would have thrown it out the window-"Now none of us are going to watch the TV."

Especially if it were my TV.

Or moved it into a room that I could lock. And there would be a room I could lock. I would put a dead bolt on it.

I think I would have been out of there long before she hit my cat. When moo refused to rein her kid in, I would have left or evicted her.

A lesson to be learned: whenever you become roomies, set up the house rules. And remember-the one with the name on the deed or lease holds all the power.

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SBitch, I admire your self-restraint. I would've beaten that little cunt's ass three times a day. As soon as she started with the shrieking in front of TV, I would've plonked myself in front of it and shrieked all through her shows.

I would have thrown it out the window-"Now none of us are going to watch the TV."

Especially if it were my TV.

Or moved it into a room that I could lock. And there would be a room I could lock. I would put a dead bolt on it.

I think I would have been out of there long before she hit my cat. When moo refused to rein her kid in, I would have left or evicted her.

A lesson to be learned: whenever you become roomies, set up the house rules. And remember-the one with the name on the deed or lease holds all the power.

We were both on the lease and I thought we had set up house rules but moo didn't see any reason to be consistent. I was living in Los Angeles when this happened and I was looking for a new palce LONG before Psychobaby hit Rowan. She was also the very last roommate I ever had.