Worst Roommate Ever - - Janice Griffith

That was before you realized Janice wasn't living with you. She was living off you.

It started small. Your shampoo ran out twice as fast. Then your favorite hoodie—the one your late grandmother knitted—went missing, only to reappear in the laundry bin a week later, reeking of cheap wine and cigarette smoke. When you asked Janice about it, she tilted her head with a porcelain smile. “Oh, I borrowed it. You said I could borrow anything.” Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith

You had never said that.

The worst part wasn’t the theft or the lies. It was the performance of friendship. That was before you realized Janice wasn't living with you