Entitled college roommates were mad I didn't cook for them and they wanted me to pay for the ingredients.

I refused and they threw my stuff in the trash.

I debated telling this last story after the whole saga with my mother-in-law and ex-wife, but I mentioned it before so many times that I may as well tell it.

But it will probably be my last post here. I know it seems I dealt with a lot of terrible people in my life.

I suppose I was just a magnet for it. My terrible mother, my terrible ex-wife, my terrible

mother-in-law, passed away before becoming my ex-mother-in-law, my bad

coworker that gave out my phone number to my mother, and lastly some bad roommates from my college

days. But beyond all of that, I haven't really dealt with much anyone else of notes.

Guys, in case you're wondering, this Redditor is someone whose stories I've read out quite a few times

over the course of my channel. If you've been around for a while you'll probably

get one of the references they've just made there to one of the stories I've narrated.

But this is a brand new one. Let's get into it.

OP says I've got good friends, a good job, and I'm physically active. But there were times I was just

drawing in narcissists. Hopefully no more. Back in college I had to deal with three bad roommate guys for six months.

It was community college, so no dorm.

Just a rundown apartment that looked right out of the 80s.

I was balancing school and part-time work,

so I didn't have a lot of money. The funny thing is I was

literally the only one there who knew anything about cooking, much less did

dishes. I wasn't one of those hardcore couponers and there was really only two good stores in walking slash biking

distance. One a typical supermarket, the other a small discount food store. That's where I went the most.

I was also no stranger to the local thrift store.

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