Worst Roommate Ever - Janice Griffith -

But Janice had a way of rewriting history. Not with gaslighting’s frantic cruelty, but with a calm, almost affectionate certainty. She’d look you in the eye and say, “Remember when we agreed the kitchen was my space on Tuesdays?” You didn’t remember, because it never happened. But her memory was a polished mirror reflecting only what she wanted you to see.

That was before you realized Janice wasn't living with you. She was living off you. Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith

The worst part wasn’t the theft or the lies. It was the performance of friendship. But Janice had a way of rewriting history