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I need some advice on how to deal with an aggressive woman living for free in my and my roommate's house.
The principals:
Me, age 38, employed, paying rent "Bob", age 55, employed, owns house "Shelly", age 53, unemployed, not paying jack
I have lived in Bob's house as a paying roommate since January. He and I also work at the same office: him full-time, me part-time. Bob is lonely. At times he has subtly made romantic overtures to me, but was politely, gently rebuffed. He seemed to take it well. We remained friends.
Spring and summer, 2006, Bob invites an unemployed male friend of his to stay for a few days. He tells me after the fact, after I discover male friend living in our den. "Oh," says Bob. "This is my best friend Art. He's going to be staying with us a couple of days." Art stays instead for weeks. He snitches bits of my food, but what really bothers me is going into the bathroom to take a shower and discovering Art used all of my soap. It is an expensive, kind of difficult soap to get, and will take me an effort to replace. I tell Bob. "Sorry Heather." I get an uneasy feeling around Art. He looks creepy and he stares at me. I get the specific feeling he's been in prison. I ask Bob if that's true. Bob denies it and thinks I am paranoid. I fear leaving my computer unprotected while I am at work, because Art seems very interested in it. I work in terror and panic every day fearing when I come home my PC will be stolen and pawned somewhere. One night, while Art is "visiting friends" a man fitting Art's description breaks into Bob's car and phones him in a drug daze threatening him "I dare you to go to the police." Art moves out shortly afterward. He appears again throughout summer, visiting for weeks at a time.
Summer, 2006: Bob invites a strange 50-something woman he "met tonight at a seminar" to stay for a few days. He tells me ahead of time this time. The woman is intrusive, loud and strange. I get weird, creepy vibes from her and avoid her. She leaves after two weeks.
October 2006: I learn from Bob that Art made a confession to the police and was summarily arrested for several instances of theft. Art is put in a mental hospital on suicide watch. Art moves out apparently for good.
Fall, 2006, now: Bob invites another strange 50-something woman he "met in Ft. Sumner at Dr. West's office" to stay for a few days. He tells me ahead of time. Shelly gives off weird, deranged vibes and smiles at me too long, too brightly, like she's on meth. Bob falls in love with Shelly. Shelly starts acting hostile towards me. She eats my food, locks me out of the house. I tell Bob this worries me. Bob: "Gee, I'm sorry Heather." Shelly asks if she can use my computer, saying quickly and dismissively, "I just want to use it so I won't have to use the one at the library." The library, meanwhile, is like two blocks away. I used it when I first moved here and my computer and stuff weren't shipped over yet. I say OK to be nice. Shelley prints out a bunch of emails. When I look curious about how many, and how much ink she's using, THEN she offers to pay. I say no, that's OK, but don't use it again please. Shelly spends the day hanging around me while Bob is at work. I am trying to gear up for my workday and she follows me around the house harassing me in a loud voice wanting me to sympathize with her about some story the emails are connected with - seems she's in trouble for stealing and misusing Dr. West's laser equipment in another town, when he CLEARLY TOLD HER NOT TO. She shows me the emails, trying to make him look evil. He's right there in the emails telling her NOT TO USE THE LASERS. I point this out. She looks at me like I'm an idiot and says, Well, yes, but..." and so forth, rationalizing her theft. I peg this woman as someone who has a problem with the word NO. Now I am scared of her. I try to avoid her as I get ready for work, but she follows me back and forth from room to room "Don't you agree with me this guy is an asshole? He this this and this. He that that and that." 35 MINUTES PASS WITH ME HAVING TO TALK HER DOWN OFF THE ROOFTOP, and I go to work drained.
I tell Bob this later. "Sorry. Gosh, wow. My guests really get on your nerves."
Shelly, with Bob alone, asks for my telephone number "because Heather is so nice and I want to get her help with a letter against Dr. West." BOB. GIVES. THIS. LUNATIC. MY. PHONE. NUMBER.
I tell Bob that's it, I'm moving out. He acts all apologetic. Nothing changes. I'm looking for a new place. Meanwhile, Shelly becomes openly hostile towards me and is "competing with me for Bob." She cleaned up the house, made decoration changes, has all her stuff in the hall and is moving all these boxes in, and sneers at me across the kitchen. I'm like, wtf?
What do you guys think of this and what should I do? Am I right to be kinda pissed? Thanks for all answers. I'm down and blue because of this, and I need you guys tonight. :(
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