Dear (Ex)roomie,

The last four weeks were terrible. I won’t sugar coat it. You were nothing like the roommate I imagined I’d live with. You always hear the stories of that “crazy” college roommate. The one that nobody actually believes they’ll get. You cringe and laugh because you get along with pretty much everyone so it could never happen to you, right?

It happened to me… and you were it. You broke curfew, you drank in our dorm, you partied, kicked me out of the room, and you even slept with a guy while I was in the room. I wasn’t happy but I didn’t want to publicly humiliate you, so instead I approached you about it afterwords. After that, you started to spread lies about me and went as far as insulting my beliefs.

Despite the fact that your opinions were irrelevant and your lies were obvious, you caused me stress, tears, and anxiety. I knew it was time for all of it to come to a screeching halt, so I stood up for myself.

Even though these weeks weren’t the greatest, I don’t hate you; I actually want to thank you. Everyone comes to a point in their life where they make a decision as to the type of person they’re going to be. For a long time, I let people push me around. This time I didn’t. So thank you, for helping this people-pleaser to realize that it’s not always a bad thing if someone dislikes you.

I truly wish you the best in life and hope that you learned from this as well. I know that the Lord has a beautiful plan for your life if you seek Him!

Sincerely,

Your (Ex)roomie