This is a story of endurance and the quiet erosion of patience, where compassion clashes with the harsh reality of day-to-day survival. It’s a raw glimpse into the complexities of coexistence, where love for a child meets the harsh demands of shared responsibility, and the unspoken rules of living together are tested by the smallest, most revolting acts of disregard.

I’m 28F, my roommate is 29F and is a single mother to an 8 month old.
We both contribute to rent equally, but basically all of the kitchenware is mine. I had it all before she moved in and we agreed before she moved in that we’d share them because she only gets so much money a month and it would be impossible to get her own kitchen stuff.
It’s no big deal to me, but at the time, her child was exclusively bottle fed.
Now her kid eats rice cereal or oat cereal. I don’t know how many people here are parents or whatever but this is the most vile stuff to smell. She mixes this porridge like sludge half and half with formula.
It begins to smell immediately and after an hour? I’ve thrown up before from the smell. But whatever, kids gotta eat.
My problem is my roommate doesn’t wash these dishes. She’ll make this oatmeal stuff, feed it to her kid, then leave half of it remaining in the bowl in the sink, oftentimes when I’m at work.
After 2-3 hours, it turns into cement basically, and our dishwasher won’t clean it. I always have to clean it because she’s busy with her kid. Try as I might to get her to *just rinse it after use* so it can be put in the dishwasher, it falls on deaf ears.
I even asked if she’d get tiny plastic bowls to make it and she said she can’t afford it (a 5-pack is only like $5 and are dishwasher safe).
After about a month of this, I’ve begun just throwing them out. Instead of cleaning them, I throw my dishes away. We have no bowls now, she can’t prepare this stuff in a plate. She’s started using my cups to make it and I’ll be throwing those away, too.
It is nothing to me to replace these things and when I do, I’ll be keeping them hidden. Am I the asshole or going overboard?
Conclusion
The original poster (OP) reached a breaking point due to the roommate’s consistent failure to clean up after preparing baby food, leading the OP to start disposing of their own dishes rather than cleaning them. The central conflict lies between the OP’s right to a clean shared kitchen space and the roommate’s perceived inability or unwillingness to meet a basic standard of shared responsibility, complicated by the roommate’s financial situation and childcare duties.
Is the OP justified in destroying shared kitchen resources to force behavioral change, or is discarding personal property an extreme overreaction that escalates the roommate conflict unnecessarily? The core question remains whether the roommate’s excused neglect warrants the OP’s punitive destruction of property.
Here’s how people reacted:
You’re cutting your nose off to spite your face. You’re gonna eventually need those dishes for yourself in the future and you’re eventually going to have to replace them, as well.
As you’ve noted, the problem isn’t gonna stop just because you throw some dishes away since she’s gonna use different dishes to do the job. You need to make a stand to her to get her to address the issue. I would suggest getting a separate set of dishes for her, but with the issue being that she won’t wash them, that won’t solve the problem.
Personally, I just find it wasteful to throw perfectly usable dishes away.
You asked her several times. If she still ignored you, she doesn’t get to use your dishes. Personally, I would just take everything and move it to my room behind a locked door instead of gradually throwing it out. She won’t have any choice if one day she suddenly doesn’t have anything to use. Or maybe just leave one cup for her, so she can still feed breakfast to the kid (don’t let it go hungry) but would be forced to buy something for herself the very same day. But if you have enough money to throw it out, go ahead.
Having a baby is no reason to foul up all the dishes and not wash them. Jeeze.