When I moved in, Milly seemed like the perfect roommate—kind, friendly, and someone to split the bills with. But it didn’t take long to realize she never bought essentials. My shampoo, toilet paper, and coffee disappeared fast, and she was always “too stressed” to contribute. Worst of all, rent was always late. I covered for her the first time, expecting she’d pay me back. She never did.

Then, one day, Milly vanished. No note, no text—just gone. Mutual friends said she moved in with her boyfriend, leaving me stuck with the full rent. When I asked her about it, she said, “Well, I’m not living there right now, so why should I pay?” I was furious. I texted her multiple times—no reply.

By July, I’d had enough. I warned her: respond or I’ll assume you’re gone for good. No response. So, with the landlord’s blessing, I packed her things, donated the basics, and kept a few items that looked valuable. The locks were changed, and I finally felt some peace.

Three days later, Milly came pounding on the door, demanding access. She claimed she was “coming back” and had nowhere to go. I reminded her she ghosted me for two months. Then she exploded when she realized her grandmother’s wedding dress—left in an unmarked box—had been donated.

She screamed, cried, even threatened to call the police. But I stood my ground.

She abandoned the apartment—and me. I didn’t throw her out. She did that all on her own.

What would you have done?