Concise Rewrite:
When I moved in, the landlord mentioned one roommate—Milly. At first, I was glad; living alone seemed intimidating, and splitting rent sounded ideal. But I soon realized my mistake.
Milly was kind and thoughtful in conversation, but she never owned basic supplies like toilet paper or dish soap. She’d use mine and promise to restock—then never did. She was also always late on rent and perpetually “short,” despite my help, and never repaid me.
Meanwhile, the apartment turned into a mess: dirty dishes piled up, garbage overflowed, and the bathroom was chaotic. Despite gently addressing it and her promises to improve, things never changed. Then, when the lease became month-to-month, she vanished—no rent, no communication.
Her mom texted excuses; I reminded them I couldn’t keep paying for her. After July 1 passed with no response, I packed up her things with friends’ help, donated what looked generic, and the landlord changed the locks. I thought that was the end—until Milly dramatically returned, claiming she still lived there. But she had no legal right or keys. She discovered I’d donated her grandmother’s wedding dress (unmarked, so I assumed it was trash) and lost it. She threatened me with police and court, but I was prepared and unmoved. She stormed off—and that was finally it.
Friends don’t ghost roommates with bills and chaos. I made it official: the moment she abandoned everything, she threw herself out.