I live with a fat. It's predictably terrible. Living with a fat is pretty terrible. They're disgusting. When you get fat you get lazy and when you get lazy you stop taking care of yourself and the space you live in. This started out as a comment reply but writing it was kind of cathartic and I ended up with this mini-novel so I decide to just share it with all of you instead. I have the misfortune of living with an obeast and she is absolutely foul. It goes beyond the expected 'won't clean up her dishes' or 'couldn't be assed to do laundry this month'. She has clearly given up on any semblance of sanitation. Some of her winning qualities include: Never doing dishes. Sounds pretty typical, but she basically cooked a few times and used up all the dishes when we first moved in, then never washed them. Ever. They just sat there for literally OVER A YEAR. Not being her slave, I wasn't about to clean up after her. At first I kept holding out hope that eventually she would need to use those dishes. Nope. She just started eating out every meal. 15+ large McBeetus cups inhabited our living room at any given moment. Take out trash was constantly scattered all over the floor because her dog's only hobby is tearing shit up in misery. It became a battle of wills. I'd tell her to clean up after herself like the 23 year old she was, she'd bitch that she was too tired from working her hard, hard fast food job. Not being able to cook sucked but I wasn't about to clean up her mess just so she could remake it the second I was done in an endless cycle of bullshit. I ate a lot of bananas and granola bars for about 8 months, then my mother's health took a turn for the worse and I temporarily moved back in with her to take care of her. I was gone for almost 2 years playing caretaker, came back and what looked to be the same dishes were still in the sink. I threw them all away. After the first few weeks she never did laundry. She was hugely (and intentionally) incompetent at it. She refused to sort out colors so everything came out a gross, murky gray, left wet clothes in the washer for days so shit molded, and refused to ever fold clothes or even remove them from the fucking dryer so instead they just piled up in there as she did more and more loads, packing the dryer as if it was some kind of clothing storage device. It quickly got to the point where I said fuck it, you're ruining my clothes, I'll just do this chore if you do something else. Spoiler alert, she didn't. Shortly after we moved in the washer and dryer both broke, but thanks to some great luck not a week before that my parents washer also broke and they were looking to buy a new set. They ended up giving us their still-working dryer and buying us a cheap new washer. Tragically the dryer only made it another year or so before the heating element went out. Naturally since I obtained the last one I expected her to replace it this time. By this point she had been promoted to a manager position and was getting at least 15 hours of overtime a week on top of the extra money from the raises she got with her 2 promotions, while I was now unemployed and filing paperwork for disability. Anyway, it didn't seem unreasonable to me that she scrounge up $300 for a cheap new dryer. Nope. She claimed she couldn't afford it, so she just began buying new clothes when her old ones got too dirty. Eventually I go away for a weekend and she manages to break the washer too, getting my favorite blanket stuck in it and ruined. Don't even know how she managed that, or what she planned to do with the wet blanket when it was done washing, since it was the middle of winter and any clothing I hung up to dry had just been freezing for a while. Of course she has a dog, fats just seem to love abusing animals. Being the kind of lazy blob that can't even stand walking around a grocery store you can guess how many walks that dog gets to go on with her. Of course you guessed zero, and of course you are right. It is a fairly high energy hound mix, basically a 35lb beagle, and she loves to insist that it had separation anxiety because whenever you leave it alone in the house it tears up EVERYTHING. It's ripped two doors down so far, but like any under-stimulated, miserable animal crying out for attention it most loves ripping up the trash she leaves laying around. She also rarely puts it outside to use the bathroom anymore since you can't leave it outside alone for more than 10 seconds without it crying and she doesn't want to get off her computer to sit outside with it. That wouldn't be a huge problem since I'm home during the day so I can let it out, a situation that was working out pretty well until I left to go take care of mom. I came back to a dog that has all but forgotten how to let you know it needs to go out. Now, I'm a cat person. They're smart and cute and their claws are retractable so they don't gore you when they jump on you. Basically they're great. I've never had a dog, and I don't really know shit about dogs aside from the obvious feed it, water it, let it out and walk it. I've tried to re-train the dog to bark at the door like it used to, but so far no success. Apparently it's much happier shitting in the hallway. Most disgusting is her hygiene though. For reference she showers maybe twice a week, which for a normal human probably wouldn't bother me since I have a really terrible sense of smell, but fats should just shower much, much more frequently than normal creatures with all those festering skin folds they have. I know she has a disgusting smell about her, I can smell it sometimes but I'm told about it by friends and family constantly. I can't even have people come over because they gag the second they walk through the doorway. She slept on my mother’s couch once and completely fucked it up, leaving a massive divot where her body was and, according to my mother, a lingering smell that lasted for days. Her toilet hygiene isn't better. How someone can leave bloody skidmarks on a toilet seat and not be compelled to clean that up is something I'll never understand. Anyway, she's very gross, and thanks to me leaving her unattended in the house (its technically a trailer, but whatever) for a few years it is also now very gross. Somehow, miraculously, we've found a guy who wants to buy it from her anyway. Because it's a shitty place, and we're broke af a lot of things are in need of repair. The electricity has been in this weird half-working state since September. The lights are dim, like only a low voltage of charge is actually coming through the lines, and anything that takes too much power (microwave, electric blanket, video game charger, etc. It kind of weird what works and what doesn't) won't work at all. Basically the only thing that works properly is the internet router, our computer chargers and the front living room light. Everything else flickers back and forth between kind-of working and not working at all, seemingly at random. At first just the hot water wasn't working, but thanks to the heat being out all winter a pipe exploded and now we've had to completely shut off the water. Like I said before the washer and dryer are both broke. The stove is also broken.  And on top of all that it smells like dog piss, even I can smell that. Basically the place is a hellhole and we're only still here because rent is 350 bucks a month and getting rid of something this terrible is hard.  Now, ham roommate makes like 1200 a month, and her only bills are rent, cell phone, gas, car insurance and electricity which can't possibly be that much anymore since it doesn't even work. She has no car payment because she drives mine and it's paid off. I have no idea why she can't seem to save up any money. Oh wait, yeah I do, it's because she eats out 3 times a day, even though she works at a food place and gets a 100% discount on anything she orders there. But no, she's 'sick of food from [her work name]'. Back in February her parents moved in to an apartment (because they couldn't squat at her grandpa's house anymore after he got moved to an Alzheimer home and the place was sold to pay for his care) and now she wants to move, too. She keeps making all these plans to save up money (only eat free food from work, stop buying new clothes every 5 seconds, etc) so I look online and find her a nice (comparatively) apartment that she can afford, is in a decent neighborhood, accepts pets, and isn't too far from her work, which she absolutely refuses to transfer even though there is literally a chain of that store on basically every corner in America. But no, even though she constantly complains how she hates her job, and all her coworkers, she insists that we relocate near it. Whatever. I find the perfect place and show her, it's a 25 minute drive to her work, but likely less since she works weird hours and never has to drive during rush-hour. She says she's absolutely desperate to move out of the current shithole, but has been procrastinating on filling out the new apartment paperwork for 2 months now and shows no signs of saving money. Instead, she's actively burning through even more cash. She got her tax return and it was 1600, and she's already down to 400. I was going to help pay for some of the move-in expenses but she popped a tire on my car a few weeks ago, only to find out from the mechanic fixing it that her fat ass has fucked up the alignment of my tires and now all 4 were worn away around the edges and needed to be replaced. Either she failed to get the alignment checked the last time she took the car in or the weight of a 300lb creature constantly sitting on one side of the car just fucked it again quickly. I know exactly dick about cars but I've had the tires since '09 so I just agreed to get new ones. So tl;dr my roommate is gross and, like most fats, ruins things by thinking only of what would be easiest/satisfying in the moment and ignoring long term consequences.