Sometimes, you just want your home to be a sanctuary, and then it is the exact and total opposite of a safe space, and walking through your front door feels more like entering a portal to endless anxiety. This is usually caused not by anything particular about the apartment or house, but by someone else who calls the place home as well! While I've certainly had people I've enjoyed living with, binged TV with, cooked with and maintained some semblance of a cleaning schedule alongside, I have also had a real doozy of a roommate or two. So, in honor of anyone who needs to commisserate because you're in a situation with a roommate who's making your life hell (or like, even just ever-so-lightly cursed) RIGHT THIS MOMENT, or because you are just ...