My roommate acts like I’m her personal chef and maid, and I’m beyond frustrated.

I (24F) met my roommate, Saman (27F), in October last year. Since I’m new to Canada and don’t have many friends, I got attached to her quickly because we spoke the same language. At first, everything was great, we respected each other’s boundaries but things changed once we got closer.

We now share a two-bedroom apartment, and in the beginning, I had no issues with her. But one day, I went into her room and was shocked to see it filled with used diapers, and clothes making the entire space smell horrible. She has a 3-4-year-old daughter who still wears diapers, but instead of throwing them away, she just leaves them in the room. When I reacted to the mess, she immediately blamed it on her daughter. I wouldn’t have minded if she at least kept her door closed, but it became a pattern.

Her daughter constantly makes a mess, and instead of stopping her, Saman just yells at her to behave but does nothing to clean up. I often end up cleaning at night, which is exhausting.

Then I started noticing other things. She rarely cooks for herself but always stares at my plate when I eat. I love cooking, but sometimes I just make food for myself. Yet, when I come back later, I’ll find that she’s eaten it. This has happened multiple times.

What’s even more frustrating is that she doesn’t eat all day, then the moment I start cooking, she suddenly decides she’s starving. At first, I felt guilty and shared, but over time, she stopped pretending. she’d just sit with me and eat from my plate or stare at my food, making me extremely uncomfortable. Her daughter does the same thing. She won’t eat unless she sees me eating, then comes over and asks for my food. The most frustrating thing is that she always says that her country food is the best whenever she sees me cooking or eats something that i have made.

On top of that, Saman doesn’t work and spends most of her time going out, traveling, or just complaining about her life. Then she started expecting me to do her laundry, which was the last straw for me.

The most frustrating part? She knocks on my door at random times asking if I’ve eaten. If I say yes, she immediately starts complaining about how hungry she is. I’ve tried talking to her, but she gets so defensive and refuses to change.

I feel trapped in this situation, and honestly, I don’t know how to handle it anymore.

No real name is used.