my roomate told me she smokes crack in the house and there’s nothing i can do about it because i have no proof 🤯

this is a long one i (22f) rent a room in a subsidized housing program that is for women who were formerly homeless. i was in a shelter for 6 months and on and off homeless for 2 years before i got this program.

i have three roommates 64f, 60f, and 55f. my worker did warn me that id be moving in a house with older women which i have no problem with seeing as i keep to myself and usually get along with people older than me.

for context, the house has two apartments. the first floor is a separate apartment that a mom and her kids live in so i barely see her. the second and third floor is the apartment me and my other 3 roommates share. when i did a tour of the house before i moved in i saw that my room was on the third floor and very close to my 64yr old roommates room. there are two rooms across from each other with a closet in between, then there’s a small living room with another closet and the bathroom is next to the living room.

my first red flag is that they kept pushing back my move in date and i had to leave the shelter. when i finally moved in the 64yr old told me she was using my room as STORAGE for 2 years. i was disgusted. i have been homeless for 2 years and there was a room available that they were letting here use for storage that’s white privilege at its finest if you ask me.

anyways we we cool at first, she made me a few drinks ordered pizza but i quickly realized she was an alcoholic, and she told me she was a crack addict for 40 years. things quickly went south because she would get drunk and stared saying nasty things, how no one wants a 21 year old in the house ( my birthday hadn’t past yet) and it’s ridiculous how no one would tell her blah blah. very rude, always bringing up my age.

then my ex bf comes over and he forgets to lock the second mudroom door, it happens. she sent me a longgg paragraph telling me he can’t come here acting like a “you know what” he’s black. so she’s also racist. not to mention she made no room for me in one of the closets, she uses both of them and she took over the living room and sits there drunk yelling at the tv all day everyday. luckily i’m not home much now but in the beginning it was torture listening to her cackle like a witch and yell at her movies all night long until 4am.
one night she drunknly told me i would never keep a man because of my weight. she gets drunk and says crazy things. she told me she was a plantation and slave owner in her past life and that black people could sense it and that’s why they don’t like her. i’m half black btw. i can’t make this shit up. she also would talk shit about my loudly so i could hear (the walls are paper thin) saying i don’t belong here, she doesn’t know where i came from but i need to go. i didn’t say anything.

the next day i bring the groceries in and leave the door unlocked because i was gonna go back downstairs to smoke. she runs behind me and starts screaming at me calling me a stupid b*tch like yelling in my face. i’ve been abused most of my life so this triggered me. i asked her calmly not to call me out my name because i have never disrespected her like that. she continues to call me a stupid young bitch, i told her that’s her liquid courage talking. then she continues so i said “maybe it’s time for the nursing home grandma” 😭 she runs to hit me and gets in my face. i’m like lady you’re 40 years older than me acting like this. she starts fake crying saying “in my own home” girl we both rent rooms shut up.

fast forward to last week, she gets drunk and comes downstairs and tells me that her and her boyfriend (married man) were smoking crack in her bedroom at 3am and then she smoked the rest on the front porch when he left. i was livid. she’s like rubbing it in my face at this point. she goes “and even if you tell anyone, you have no proof” she’s a POS.

also everytime i walk from my room to the bathroom she calls me a stupid bitch because she’s right there in the living room. she turns the tv off to listen to me pee. i got a uti from holding my pee because i didn’t want to walk past her. the agency won’t do anything. now ive been here 8 months and i dont give af what she says or does i just tell her to watch her mouth. but she pissed me off so bad last night i was like you know what? she doesn’t need tequila, it makes her mean. so i stole her whole 1.75L bottle and i’ll keep it. she doesn’t have any proof anyway lol im done playing nice