Living with a roommate can be fun—shared bills, late-night TV—but for me, it turned sour. My ex-roommate, Mark, drifted between jobs, leaving me to cover rent, groceries, and cleaning. For months, I carried the weight, trying to be patient. But eventually, I set a boundary: contribute or move out. He chose to leave. I thought that was the end—until my phone exploded with daily calls from unknown numbers.
At first, I ignored them, then realized the truth: Mark had been listing my number on applications out of petty revenge. For two exhausting weeks, the interruptions followed me everywhere. Finally, I answered one last time, shutting it down with a cold line—“He’s not available. Try someone else.” It wasn’t anger, just closure. Mark had left my apartment, and I needed him out of my life too.
