My Entitled Roommate Ditched Rent for Her Boyfriend, Left Her Stuff, and Ghosted Me – So I Made My Own Plans

When my roommate Milly vanished overnight to move in with her boyfriend, I assumed she’d at least handle the rent like an adult. Two months later, she showed up pounding on my door, screaming about changed locks and missing stuff.

When I first moved in, the landlord said they needed one more roommate—enter Milly. I was relieved. Living alone seemed scary, and she seemed sweet at first—asking about my day, watching movies together. But she never bought basics like toilet paper or detergent. She’d use my things and promise to replace them—never did.

Rent was the same story. Always late, always promising next week, and always playing the “we’re friends” guilt card. Dishes piled up, trash overflowed, and I was the only one cleaning. I tried talking to her, and she’d nod and say she’d improve—but nothing changed.

Then, once our lease went month-to-month, Milly disappeared. No warning, just gone. I later found out she’d moved in with her boyfriend. I was left covering all the rent. When I finally texted her, she replied, “Well, I’m not living there, so why should I pay?” Then—silence.

I worked extra shifts, drained my savings, and still heard nothing. Even her mom brushed me off. By July, I’d had enough. I texted Milly a final warning: respond by the 1st or I’d assume she was gone for good. No reply.

So, with help from friends, I packed up her things—donated the basic stuff and saved what looked sentimental. The landlord changed the locks. Milly was off the lease, and it was done.

Or so I thought.

Three days later, she came back, screaming about the locks. I calmly told her she hadn’t lived there—or paid rent—in two months. She broke down, sobbing about nowhere to go, begging for clothes and a shower. I told her what was left was in the closet. She flipped when she realized her grandma’s wedding dress was gone—hidden in an unmarked, dusty box I thought was junk.

She exploded—screaming, threatening police and lawsuits. But I stayed calm. I had everything documented. Her silence had consequences.

She left screaming, “This isn’t over!” But it was. She ghosted me, not the other way around. I just made it official.