Moving into a home with a friend can seem like a great idea, but it often doesn’t go as smoothly as you would hope.

What would you do if you were finally moving out from the apartment you had with an awful roommate, and you wanted to seek some simple revenge?

That is what the girl in this story was doing, so since she knew her roommate hated lavender, she made sure to clean the entire place with lavender scented products so her ex-friend could smell it for months to come.

Sure, it was petty, but who can blame her? Read through the full story below and see what you think.

Lavender to the gills

Our entire friendship consisted of me giving and giving to this person constantly, never asking for a thing back…at least until we became roommates.

Cleaning up after yourself is not asking for much.

And then all I wanted was for her to clean up after her self and pay her part of the bills.

Before we even moved in together, there were red flags that I should have heeded. I ended up paying every single deposit, transfer fee, bill, and the entire first month’s rent, by myself.

Wow, things have been bad from the beginning.

Then she had the audacity to ask if I needed her whole part of the rent the following month.

I say part because she wasn’t even paying half because she gave me a sob story about how she couldn’t afford half, even though I eventually found out she made more than me and had way less in monthly bills.

She does it because she got away with it.

So, I was paying about $100 more in rent every month that we lived together.

She certainly had enough money to go out drinking every time she wanted to avoid having a conversation about making a cleaning calendar, which was almost every night, but I digress.

What a horrible roommate.

Our house was a total mess for months, and not just from my stuff, but her stuff also wasn’t unpacked from the move.

After having to clean up her messes, which was usually an entire load of dishes at least once a day and cleaning the kitchen from all of the grease and crumbs from whatever the heck she was cooking.

Plus trying to deal with my doctor’s appointments and my own stuff, I had no spoons to take care of my own stuff around the house.

It is time to find a new roommate.

And when we did get around to unpacking, everything around the house – all of the decorations on the walls and on my shelves, yes, my shelves, because the only furniture she brought to this place was a dining table and audacity – were all her decorations.

I wasn’t even allowed to exist in my own space except as furniture and a maid. She claimed to the world that I was leaving passive-aggressive notes to her on the refrigerator.

And these “passive aggressive” notes that I was leaving her?

Let’s see what the notes said.

“Please be sure to leave the washing machine door open so that it doesn’t start smelling.”

“Please be sure to clean up the crumbs and grease after you cook.” (she never did)

And after I noticed that MY chargers kept going missing from the living room:

“Please stop taking my chargers out of the living room.”

To be fair, those notes are a bit passive aggressive.

(At which point she insisted that she never touched my chargers, which was a got lie, but she always had issues with the truth)

Why did I leave these notes on the fridge instead of just having a conversation with her?

So they are never in the home together at the same time?

Because she would stay out late enough that I would be in bed by the time she got home, and she left for work before I woke up.

She started doing this after I politely asked her if we could create a chore calendar, because I was the only one doing any cleaning around the house and it was starting to take a toll on me physically and mentally.

Now she is adding a dog to the mix.

Her response: “Omg of course! I’d rather you bring it up and us do something about it than you resent me!” That chore calendar never happened because she kept avoiding me.

When I brought my dog, R, home, I had an entire conversation with her about it on one of our nature walks with my nephew.

There is only so much you can do to get animals to behave.

We talked about it well in advance, I lined out a plan to get her used to the cats and trained up to not chase them all over (she does great with my kitty now, by the way). She said she was okay with this. Heck, she was excited!

The reason I took R in, as she well knew, was because R belonged to my good friend who passed away, who I used to dog sit for.

At least things are getting better.

R and I were very close, but she was taken in by another mutual friend after his death for 2 years; however, he was having behavioral issues with her.

R is wonderful now, her behavioral issues have vastly improved now that she has had someone who has nothing but time and patience to work with her after losing her owner so traumatically.

It isn’t hard to try to be a little quieter.

No shade to my friend who had her before, it was just a difficult situation and time to have taken her in and they did the best they could.

ANYWHO, knowing that R was a reactive dog, she would come home and FLING the door open.

If animals are allowed, then they are allowed.

R would try to go for the door, which left me scrambling for her collar. Don’t forget, I’m working with her, and I’ve only just gotten her, so I’ve still got work to do.

A couple of weeks after I got R, she gives me about a 20 minutes heads-up (compared to my two-weeks heads-up) that she’s getting a kitten.

Why let the cat out?

After the kitten got there, she was never home to try and train it. It was tearing up carpet and my couches.

I would let the kitten out when she wasn’t home to give it a break from the room and it would run wild. It would terrorize my cat and hers.

What a terrible living environment for everyone.

R, of course, had to be locked up while the kitten was out. When the roommate was home (a rarity) and R was out with me, she would again FLING her bedroom door open with no regard to whether that kitten escaped and R chased after it.

All she had to do was ask me to hold on to or put R up and I would happily have done it, but the dog couldn’t have any PEACE within those walls.

Those poor animals.

By the way, NONE of her cats were ever on the lease. She moved in with 3 cats. Two of them mysteriously passed away.

The kitten was her way of “coping” with it. The kitten never went on the lease either. Whereas all of my animals were on the lease.

What is there bleach in her bottle?

So, weeks of this goes on and one day I’m on a video chat with my now-husband and I bring my water bottle to my lips to smell BLEACH.

Not chlorine, BLEACH. I have the sniffer of a bloodhound. I picked up my other water bottle. Nothing.

This could have been dangerous.

They were filled from the same pitcher, but I didn’t recall at the time I had also topped the bottle I was drinking from with the counter pitcher.

The pitcher that I used to fill my dog’s water bowl and water my plants with. The water pitcher that I liked to drink from because I prefer lukewarm water.

Now what?

I got a testing kit and basically I figured out she was putting it in the counter pitcher. Only I drank from that one. She drank from (and never refilled) only the fridge pitcher.

I won’t even mention what happened with my nephew. No, I will. Now-husband and I came home one night after she and my nephew had gone to the river and my nephew wasn’t asleep on the couch.

This is very inappropriate.

I figured she took him home. That is, until I heard them talking and goofing off the next morning while she was getting ready for work.

Now, it doesn’t matter if anything happened or not. Sleeping with a 12-y.o. boy in your bed with doors closed is inappropriate, especially when that person is not related to you in the slightest.

Why does she put up with this?

Yea, I got angry living with her. One of the last times she left a sink completely full of dirty dishes, after I had done literally THREE loads of HER dishes the day before, I did them angrily.

And I let her know I was angry about it. I was slamming cabinets and flinging stuff. Know how I know they were HER dishes?

Because I would always, without fail, immediately wash my dishes and put them in the dishwasher, just to see how many dishes she could manage to get dirty in a day, and once, to see how long she’d let them sit in the sink.

Once again, why does she tolerate this?

The answer to the first is both sinks full and the answer to the second is a week.

They were piling up on the COUNTERS, y’all. And she did not care. Because she thought since I didn’t work that I should be her maid or something.

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People will only take advantage of you as long as you let them.

Also her personal gardener, therapist, handy person, and pretty much whatever else she wanted me to be.

Being chronically ill is a job in itself, let alone being her roommate. Now I finally understood why one of her old roommates hated her so much.

I gave way more in that relationship than I ever should have.

Letting someone steal from you like this is horrible.

I left an entire bed there. The Google Nest that I told her she could BORROW while we were roommates? I left that.

She straight up stole other stuff, like my towels (I wasn’t going to go into her bedroom/personal space to get my stuff back, that would have been crossing a line, and that’s the type of stuff she did, not me).

I left stuff that she definitely did not have and would have had to buy because she was “starting over” coming back to Texas.

Hopefully, she will pay for those damages.

I cleaned the heck out of my room, including the attached bathroom; the spare room, living room, dining room, and kitchen, which were all gross when I moved in, upon my moving out.

All left in better condition than when I moved in. She left $2100 in charges and damages to that apartment, after agreeing to pay out the rest of the lease.

Let’s see how she got revenge.

There is worse stuff. But I won’t go into it here.

I got my revenge moving out though. She hates the smell of lavender. Despises it with a passion.

This is kind of funny.

I wasn’t allowed to have lavender-scented products at all in the apartment. No candles, cleaning products, nothing.

When I left, I filled some little ceramic bowls with lavender-scented oil and wax blocks and put them up in the big space where the air filter goes.

Petty, but effective.

I also unscrewed a couple of vents and stuck them in those vents. I cleaned every bit of the apartment with lavender products.

I left lavender trash bags and the lavender cleaning products. That place probably smelled like lavender until the day she moved out.

That might have been crossing a line.

I thought about getting her some flowering lavender as a goodbye gift, but I figured I’d already made my point.

She tolerated the roommate for way to long, and the revenge was pretty mild, but at least she is out of there now.

Let’s see what the people in the comments have to say about it.

This is exactly what I kept thinking.

It was a very long story, that’s for sure.

This is very good advice.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about a home buyer who was surprised to learn his neighbors were upset about him removing a fence.
Yeah, this was crazy.

It was kind of anticlimactic.

How she put up with her roommate for so long is beyond me. If anything, the roommate deserved more revenge.

At least she got out of there, though.