So, prologue, I'm an artist, and I moved to New York with nothing but my car and 500 dollars. It was reckless, but I found a job, made it work and got an apartment through a roommate matching app. Eight of us were living in a duplex. Eventually there was a black mold problem, one of our roommates was probably an escort and we got evicted because the apartment itself was illegal. Weirdly, this is not the story I'm telling.

One of my roommates was a college student with a rich Dad, they offered to get us a place, a real estate agent, and to cover the fees. Although I couldn't afford a second apartment in under a year, I was easy to live with and the Dad wanted their kid to have a responsible roommate. Said roommate, let's call them A, was filthy, but easy going and generally if I asked them to clean they would, so this seemed like a great deal.

For the first couple of months it was exactly as expected. I cleaned, but A let me be in charge of things like decoration and we got along well. Then they asked if their partner, K could move in. K had been kicked out of school on a minor weed possession charge but had managed to get re-accepted. I had no problem with this especially as I was hoping my boyfriend could move in soon as well, and low rent in Brooklyn is low rent.

That's when stuff went bad. It's at this point I should mention, I have horrific anxiety, especially when it relates to conflict. I know a lot of this could qualify as my fault, but I can't afford therapy. I'm just going to bullet point the nonsense that went on.

-K moved in and left a pile of boxes 5 feet high that took up 1/3 of the common space, it was never cleaned up

-K very quickly got obsessed with the dishes and the dishwasher. It was not very good, and you had to prewash stuff before it got put in. They kept asking me to get things cleaner and cleaner before I loaded the dishwasher. Eventually it escalated to them screaming at me for putting clean dishes in because it clogged up the grease trap.

-They left piles and piles of dishes to rot in our sink. If I cooked without doing their dishes they would yell at me

- They went out of town for a few weeks, I watched their cats, I guess they weren't ok with how the dishes were done, so they dumped all the internal workings on my bedroom floor.

- They peed on the bathroom floor multiple times and left it

-Again, I can't get over the filth, they yelled at me for throwing out their rotten groceries.

-At one point, they left a sex toy in the shower, I thought it was one of those collapsable air fresheners and I opened it to make sure it wasn't something I would ruin with water. An unidentified substance dribbled on my leg.

-They were furious about the amount of time I took to move out when our lease was up, saying how dare I stay until the end of the lease and the place had better be spotless.

-They stole half of my furniture, a bunch of which was gifted by my mother.

I know I should have stood up for myself, but A's dad helped me a lot with move in costs, so he could kick me out at anytime; and my mind just blanks when conflicts are happening.