Many years ago, I rented an apartment in a major city and had a roommate who signed a one-year lease with me. At first, she seemed like an okay person who was neat and tidy, had a solid job, and seemed ordinary. Soon enough, the mask slipped, and life with her became pure drama; pretty much daily there was something terrible going on in her life, and everyone was out to get her. She loved to party, and this led to many nights where she would loudly wake me up bringing other people back to party at our place or have loud one-night stands. Some of her friends came across as unsavory characters, and at times, I would try to leave if they were invited over. She was also a little ambiguous about what type of work she did, and her rent payments were frequently late.
She began to really become frustrating to live with. She cleaned up after herself and didn’t pick any fights with me; it just became a real nuisance to keep having to chase her or deal with her dramas.
Then, one day when I came home from work, she was gone! Her room had been completely cleared out, and it looked as if she had gone in a hurry! There was a hastily scribbled note explaining that she was breaking the lease and moving back to her hometown. Although I was happy to be rid of her, I was furious that she’d left me in the lurch as I desperately needed a roommate to help pay rent. I tried calling and texting her for days but, predictably, she ghosted me.
I had a nasty feeling that she was mixed up with something shady and had left quickly due to this. For weeks, I expected the bailiffs or some shifty people to pay the apartment a visit looking for her, but no one came! Thankfully, one of my friends was able to move in very soon after, and life went on and was much more drama-free.
Fast forward five years. I’ve moved away from that city, I’m living nearly two hours west, and I’ve now married and have children. One day, I get a random message on Facebook from my ex-roommate.
Ex-Roommate: “Hey, [My Name], long time, no speak, huh? I’m gonna be back in [Major City] in the next couple of weeks, and I wanted to swing by and get some stuff. Could you let me into the apartment? Thanks.”
Immediately, I am annoyed. She has literally messaged out of the blue and offered zero apologies for what she did.
Me: “Sorry, [Ex-Roommate], but I no longer live in that building. Maybe contact the management company?”
Ex-Roommate: “I just need literally five minutes. If you could let me in, that’d be great!”
Me: “I don’t live in the building anymore. Sorry, but you will need to contact the management company!”
Ex-Roommate: “I really don’t know why this is such an issue. I need to get some stuff that is very important to me!”
Some red flags are popping up now. Why on earth does she suddenly want to get these items?
Me: “I didn’t see anything when you left; the room was cleaned out! If there was anything, it is probably long gone by now. I would speak to the management people.”
Ex-Roommate: “This stuff is extremely important to me. Why can’t you just let me in?”
Me: “If this stuff was so valuable, why did you wait five years to get it back?”
Ex-Roommate: “Why are you being so difficult?”
Me: “I’m not sure which part of ‘I don’t live there anymore’ is so hard for you to understand. Sorry, [Ex-Roommate], I can’t help you!”
Ex-Roommate: “Look. You need to get over whatever silly petty grudge you have. I know it didn’t end the best way, but that is life! Move on! Now, when can you let me in the apartment?”
Me: “Okay, I’m really not sure what’s going on here. I can’t help you. Move on!”
Ex-Roommate: “Listen, [My Name]. I’d suggest you do what I ask. My boyfriend is a VERY good attorney who sues people for a living! How would you like to be served with a lawsuit? He can do that without breaking a sweat!”
At this point, I know she’s just throwing a hail Mary to try and get what she wants, so I decide to end the chat here.
Me: “Okay, do whatever you need to do! Not sure how your boyfriend can sue me for an apartment I don’t own nor reside in, but you do you!”
I didn’t hear back from her after that, but I was extremely suspicious about why she was contacting me, and it raised even more questions about what precisely she had in the apartment and why she had left in the first place.
A couple of months later, I was forwarded a letter from the old property management company from my building. It was a typed letter supposedly from a law firm threatening a lawsuit against me. Apparently, I was “obstructing” my ex-roommate, and unless I did what she asked, I would be taken to court.
I Googled the law firm, and it didn’t exist, nor was it written on any official firm’s letterhead. I threw it in the trash and marveled at how stupid this whole thing was! To this day, I have no idea what on earth this was all about and why she thought she could get me to do what she wanted. I think I dodged a major bullet when she left.