I was working with my best friend from high school and she so desperately wanted to move out of her parents house and I was already living on my own. We agreed to move in together and found a very nice 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom that was only a mile from our office. The day that we were moving in, she told me that she was pregnant. Not to worry I told her. She and her boyfriend can live here and we'll worry about whether I stay or move out when the baby comes. Her boyfriend was a wannabe drug dealer, but mostly just a drug user. He brought his friends over to our place to get high all the time and on several occasions I would come home and the house would be trashed. They would also use my bathroom, which was in the hall, even though I told him several times that if his friends come over, they should use the master bathroom which is in his room. On New Year's Eve, I was spending the night out with my boyfriend. I came to my apartment briefly to pick up a few things and when I arrived the lights were out and they had strobe lights going. There was about 10 people in the living room laying on the floor completely cracked out of their minds. When I go in my room, it was trashed. Apparently, my roommates boyfriend thought I had food and drugs in my room and went on a rampage looking for it. In my bathroom, someone had done a little too much of whatever drug they were doing and got the aftermath raging throwing up. So there was spew all over my bathtub, toilet, in the sink and even on the walls. My best friend and I never made it to the full 1 year. I found a replacement on Roomster and moved out.