The Roommate Reflections Part Three

G'day Everyone.

The conclusion of my saga of my reflections of sub-letting roommates.

In the Spring of 1991, I was pinning one hope of casting all my roommates out of my town house and being married to a wonderful girl that I was engaged to. But alas, my evil roommate laid waste to those plans! How?

Try one day that I am very nervous to meet my future mother-in-law who happens to be a very POWERFUL woman in Ohio. That's a pretty much well connected political woman I would ever be meeting. On the day of that dinner I was so nervous that I told my roommates to leave me damn well alone. My other roommates respected me, but not this evil one. He's used to getting things HIS WAY! I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to be calm and collected because I had an hour left before the meeting with my g/f and her mom.

My evil roommate was not used to being ignored by people. He got so angry that he football tackled me and then proceeded to hit me on the face, HARD! When done, he said "DON"T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME!". I told him in a calm voice and said "You don't know the trouble you are in now." and raced to the bathroom. I had suffered a double black eyes. I was looking like a raccoon!! He was laughing like crazy at me and said "oh good! you'll never get married now!" and then ran out the door, got into his car, and raced off to tell his own girlfriend and friends the good news. My other roommates tried to help me. But all the years of my theater make up work could not hide the bruises. So I quickly changed clothes and put on a "Blues Brothers" outfit.

I went to my meeting with the darkest glasses I could use.


My girlfriend and her mother came over to the restaurant. It was a good thing that I had reserved a quiet spot of the restaurant that evening. The manager thought I was a performer that night for his place. I took him in confidence and said "not tonight, something came up." then showed him my face. He went white with fear and asked me if I'm OK. I told him: "I'm not OK.. but have plenty of water and cloths ready. I have a feeling that this is my worst night of my life".

For while, my girlfriend and her mom talked to me. Then without warning, my girlfriend said "stop playing Blues Brothers" and ripped off my hat and sun glasses. When she pulled them off. She and her mom let out a scream and both fainted. Staff managed to come over and helped me revived them.

Then I had to sit and be interrogated for about 2 hours by these women. So many questions. I answered everyone of them honestly. In the very end, her mom granted me the right to marry her. We set a date for December 1991. I had prayed that date would stay. It wouldn't in the months later.

When I got home, my evil roommate wasn't there. So I gathered my remaining roommates together and said "I'm breaking the lease. Everyone needs to move out immediately." Two of the roommates would move out to a temporary apartment complex. The real sub-let person would remain till I broke the lease. So began "Operation House Change" as I dubbed it.


Two of my roommates did leave the house because they were tired of the evil roommate among us. I made an authorized and certified letter in front of our land lord that got them off the lease. The evil roommate had no idea of what was going on till the two of my roommates moved out. When the evil roommate questioned why, I said "I'm making some room in my house. I'm going to pay more for the rent." The evil roommate smiled at having a bigger room to himself and his cats.


On the day that I was set to break the lease, I warned my sub-let friend that he needed to be gone the next day. He wasn't too happy about it, but damn glad to get out of there. I went to the office and in full view of the landlord, I tore the lease in half. I was told I'd be blackballed in town. I told them: I don't care anymore other than my health and safety. She went with me back over to my town house to post the eviction notice on my door. I told her: "Thank you for the badge of shame and honor! I will wear it proud".

When my evil roommate came home, he first exploded in anger. Then pleaded with me, then threatened me.
I laughed at him and said "I hold all the cards now. Don't you think? I have played a rather poison pill effect of sorts. You and I have no choice of our own to live here. Now, you are getting out of here. You'll never be in my life again."


He made sure my sub-let friend would join him. But my friend lied to him because the very next morning, we loaded up his car and he took off for Florida. He said "no more friends or brothers we are. That's it". He drove off into the summer air. I never saw him again.

I came home to a damaged town house after work. My evil roommate left his cats behind after he moved out. I gathered all of them into one closet and then stuffed them all into a box. I drove downtown and left them at the S.P.C.A. with a note: THESE CATS ARE WILD. DO NOT DOMESTICATE THEM!

Coming back home, I tried my best to clean up and fix this place alone. Moving out alone took an emotional toll on me. The stuff I couldn't lift alone, I dragged it to the dumpster. Everything else went to storage.

When I tried to clean the damage, I realized that my evil roommate had done too well. He knew precisely of what he was doing. Behind him, he left evidence of many more cats than he ever had. Plus, he left the evidence of DRUGS that he used in my home! I was first furious, then angry, then grew fearful! I flushed those drugs right down the toilet because there were strict laws in the state where I lived. Once all the evidence was flushed, I broke down and cried. It was the lowest point in my life ever about my roommates.


I had to hunt for a new apartment alone. Being homeless is not fun, but thankfully for my sister in the area.
I finally found a place in a apartment complex. My best friend was in the area. Some how, my evil roommate wound up there as well in my best friend's home. My best friend came over to my home often in my life.


I did share my own apartment with two other temporary people in my life. One was OK but not too well to work with. The other was a guy who I didn't know he was gay until much later. He was the one who left his stuff behind and would later fail to pick it up. I kept my word that most would go to charity and it did.


Thankfully, God took care of my former deaf pastor. He was fired from his job and moved out of the area. I felt no remorse for this former man of God, but to say God shall judge him *HARD* in the future. My evil roommate did get saved, but offered no remorse of apology of what he did to me and my other roommates. I also feel God will judge him too. But he will, as I am sure, when God judges him..he will wish that our deaf pastor didn't help him out and that he had served his prison time for his assaults. But his probation officer, of which I am sure that after I told him what happened to me, kept a much more stricter eye on him until that evil roommate moved back home.

In my present life now, I would like to have a roommate some day to live with. But, the problem is that trust will have to be built to a certain level before it can happen. That isn't easy given to any one at all because of my past experiences I have had in this life.


To many of my past roommates in this life: May God be a blessing for you and bless you with a Good Home, Health, and Happiness you deserve. Those that still talk to me, thank you always for being my friend! You are a true friend.


Semper Fi