That is worse then mine. I would say living with my parents was the worst. I hope never to go back there. I love them dearly and they are great but can`t live with them.

We lived with a good friend for about a year in his mom's old house that she rented to us. We were good friends and the three of us got along well. The issues? The house was literally falling apart. It was raised and there were multiple places you could see the grass below. It wasn't central air, so we ran on window units that hardly worked. The house was either freezing or hot as hell. On top of the poor house crumbling around us, it was haunted. Things got moved and the TV and radio would turn on and off randomly. It was awful. I enjoyed being with my husband and best friend at the same time, but omg that house was terrible.

I've had several & don't want to go into detail cuz I don't want to be reliving any parts of them - ugh!!!

I've been really lucky and have never had any bad living conditions.

I believe that my spouse was mentally ill, that's the only explanation that makes sense for why she treated me the way she did. I stayed in the marriage for as long as I did because I knew that I didn't have enough money to to get custody of my son when he was younger in a divorce. So I had to be the lightning rod for her crazyness rather than him. When I could no longer take it I initiated the divorce.

It was never completed because she came down with cancer and died. (I'm still paying off both sets of lawyers.)

Before that though my spouse kicked me out of my house, she told me that she would continue to push my buttons until I did something for which she could call the cops. So I left but of course, I still had to pay all of the household expenses. So I moved into the YMCA because none of my Fuck Head so called "friends" would let me move into any of their spare rooms. I lived at the fucking Y until my stuff, like iPod and wallet were stolen out of my fucking single room there. Then I knew that I had to find somewhere else to live, a studio apartment. Of course during that time my funds were stretched to the point that I had to sell my blood plasma for twenty bucks a liter to be able to buy something to eat. Mostly I ate vegetables like cabbage, potatoes and ramen noodles. Certainly not a happy time.

BTW, even though she treated my badly enough prior to the divorce, that I considered suicide every day on the commute to and from work, I still loved her. Obviously I didn't pull that trigger. I felt that I had to live for my son, otherwise I would not be here to write this today.

When she had nobody to assist her when the cancer got bad, her family wouldn't come to help her, I did.
As crazy as it sounds, I still feel that the pain that I caused her with the divorce process will haunt me to my dying day.

I've lived in many homophobic and transphobic situations, but none as bad as living with my own father. I won't go into too much detail, for triggers sake, but I have experienced mental and sexual abuse because of him. Now he lives in a van on the bike path that I use to get to the university. Sometimes I'll pedal by really quickly and scream obscenities at him. It makes me feel a lot better, because I never got to take it out on him as a kid.

My ex-husband. Wouldn't want to wish him on anyone.

Probably either one of the apartments we had back in CT or our current situation.
The apartment had shitty heat, a front door that literally wouldn't lock, no screens in the windows, and an oven that didn't work.
I'd describe our current situation but I'd rather not, I forget to clear the history now and then and I'd rather not have my mother's bf yell at me.
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My last roommate. She was completely evil. I'm pretty sure she tried to murder her previous roommates, based on a story she told to try to make herself seem like an innocent, persecuted angel (She said they tried to frame her for attempted murder.). Well, with how she acted before I moved out I'm pretty sure she did do it. She was trying to get me evicted by telling the apartment manager I was sabotaging the plumbing, and also claimed I had apparently supernatural powers. The police advised me to escape as fast as I could after she called them on me, trying to claim I was about to physically harm her. The final blow was when she tried to keep me from removing my own furniture and stuff and steal it for herself!
I'm so traumatized as a result that I have nightmares about her all the time and I'm NEVER having roommates again!

Luckily for me, no real horror story. Just dorm life freshman year. I hated it. One night a bunch of people were sitting in the hall right outside our door, and my girlfriend told me that I (while still dead asleep) said "I'm going to fucking kill them," and sat up. She was getting ready to intercept me, but I just flopped down the opposite way on the bed (so my head was at the foot). Then she went out and told them to shut up and go away. I don't remember any of it, hahaha. The worst part was the bathroom though. The shower stalls were miniscule, it was always gross, it sucked.

Wow mine is nowhere near most of the ones on this list. Junior year of college I rented an apartment expecting a friend to be my roommate. Something came up and he had to move home. I put up an ad and had a weird guy be the only one to answer it. Nothing he did was bad, just aggravating. And his car broke down every week so I was constantly having to drive him places, but nowhere near as bad as others.

Living in a motel with my parents and sister.

I had to share a room with two guys freshman year. They overbooked and I got shafted. One was an obnoxious snorer, tobacco chewer, braggard, drunk, and liked hanging out naked as much as possible.