Memorable People I've Lived With
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Samantha was my sophomore year roommate. I thought she was a good friend until I was presented with evidence from reliable sources- other friends, even other friends parents. Samantha called me a whore, she called me ugly, she said I wore too much makeup (which made no sense because I don’t wear makeup). She took pot shots at me telling a guy I had given head to he could have done better. She really hurt and damaged the relationship I had with Derrick, my best friend. I had once considered her unforgivable but now I concede I probably wasn’t the easiest person to live with and she was probably jealous of me. So I’ll be the bigger person.
In the hospital, I got a new roommate. Before they even gave me the roommate they asked if I’d like to move to a new room. I was just happy where I was so I said I’d stay where I was. The new roommate asked me for my socks. Socks are easy to come back: you just ask for them at the nurses’s station so I gave her my socks and she….threw them in the trash. “When you walk on those socks you are walking on God” I was too weirded out to retrieve my socks so i got new ones. I also asked for a new roommate. The issue is small potatoes in a psych ward but I wanted to feel as comfortable as possible.
There was another woman I was roommate I was living with in the psych ward. I thought she was as mentally stable as mental institutions go. But she got into a fight with one of the other patients over whose turn it was on the Ipad. It was a nice hospital so we had the two Ipads attached to the wall. She (a grown woman) got into a fight with a grown man. They were acting like children. He called her a crackwhore and she called him an old, ugly and yes she went the lowest you could possibly go. They ran at each other and you could tell they really wanted to hurt each other. The techs and nurses separated them, punished all of us (no Ipad, no TV). At breakfast my roommate picked up a chair (the furniture is not bolted in the dining room) and charged at him, swinging it wildly, putting all of us in danger. She was removed from the ward until he left.
My last roommate wasn’t so bad. Sometimes we swapped breakfast items. The annoying thing is she was a heroin addict and every 6 am they mistook us and requested to give me methadone.




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