Okay, so. I need to sparknotes this but I've been having trouble with a roommate for months. out of senseless cruel spite M has escalated from general pettiness to borderline s-xual harassment

she used to refer to me as her best friend. all it took to change that was me expressing discomfort with something she did for the first time ever--literally breaking lease terms by bringing in a second dog without asking me or other roomies how we felt (and we had had an understanding before this we wouldn't mind communicating things like that so that we wouldn't have issues living together)

she totally iced me out as a result, blocked me, talked shit online. acted like I literally don't exist when we pass each other in the kitchen, so I started leaving notes on the fridge to communicate basic things since I couldn't talk to her any other way but we still share a space

some quick context for what's coming next, back when we were 'friends' I told her about my being molested as a kid. jump back to now, she started leaving these vulgar gross dick-shaped straws around the common area so I left her a note asking to keep it in her own space bc it was upsetting. she didn't stop so I threw one away the next time I saw it in the sink. come back out to see it on the kitchen table taunting me, and she defaced one of my totally unrelated fridge notes (asking to be civil at least etc) with a vulgar drawing of a literal spurting dick

I proceed to have a meltdown because the fucking detail of it c*mming made everything even worse, i could feel what happened as a kid all over again. I write a new note saying "I'm glad my being molested as a child is a punchline to you. I'll save you a seat in hell."

the note stayed untouched for a few weeks until one night I had my first face-to-face interaction with M. I intended to only go into the kitchen where she was briefly to grab coffee, but she began yelling and stomping at my emotional support cat, something I've already told her in the past not to do (blah blah more trauma please don't be mean to my cat who was abused just like me in the past too).

i thought she'd ignore me. she didn't, she started cussing me out and making fun of me for caring so much about a cat and when I tried going back to my room she taunted me saying 'oh, go and hide', etc. I haven't been in a near-violent, screaming match like that since going no-contact with abusive family 2 years ago and moving literally across the entire country to get away from that.

at this point I had already reached out many, many times asking the apartment manager for a transfer because of the tension (this apartment assigns us roommates without our input, 4 separate leases in each suite) to which she just ignored. she already was aware there were problems after I had to report the dog being here. i email her a letter from my therapist stating that there is abuse going on here that she is attesting to but that I should not and do not have to disclose the context of it due to how personal and traumatic it is

well, the manager calls me in, and I think she's finally gonna help me. wrong. she brings in a man ive never seen, shuts the door to her office, and says 'we need to discuss some complains... most of which have been about you'

in that moment i realized i wasnt here to be helped, but that M had made me out to be the bad guy, and as I was already anxious and had a VERY bad night prior including it ending in some self harm after that thing with M, I started bawling my fucking eyes out. absolutely hysterical

i cannot stop sobbing, barely coherent, and the manager shows no single shred of empathy. she tells me she has a bunch of evidence of me harassing M (the notes) but nothing from my side (I hadn't even been told to be prepared with evidence. she did not tell me what this was going to be--a fucking interrogation/ambush). i try to tell her there's things going on i can't go into as per the therapist's letter, and she says she saw it but insists over and over that I tell her the context.

she keeps pushing and I'm hysterical and want it over and can't think clearly that i have rights so i fucking tell her finally, through my sobbing, "I was molested as a child and M knows this & is using it against me"

again, zero empathy. not fazed at all. she continues straight on to pressing me for details. besides not wanting to tell strangers a story that isn't theirs to know, i had already prepared this note with my therapist about not talking about this because I KNEW they wouldn't take it seriously. i was right. the manager proceeded to tell me im being too emotional and M doesn't mean any harm by her actions. the fact she drew a literal c*mming dick on my one note then tore my 'I'm glad my molestation is a joke to you' in half begs to differ. not to mention its not this stranger's fucking place to tell me what I'm feeling is wrong.

still sobbing, i just say ' i can see you don't care so im just going to go', and she said only 'okay' and let me walk out the door.

that therapist letter provided legal grounds to break my lease early so after this encounter with the manager, in which I have NEVER felt so violated and humiliated, I decided I had to gtfo of here. found another apartment that said 'available now'. applied, they told me i could move in in a few days. they kept pushing that back and now its been over a week since they said I could with no lease officially signed and im stuck here with these absolutely evil cunts and i am not okay :)