Permanent Roommates Puns

My roommate and I have been living in our apartment for a year and a half, and just recently their room began to smell really musty. She’s had trouble with leaks in the windows and walls before, but they’ve never caused bad smell and have been stopped before pooling. Maintenance was called and they cleaned the carpets and searched for a leak but found nothing. The room still smells extremely musty, and we aren’t sure about how safe it is if there’s potential mold. Any ideas or fixes?

I (M23) have four roommates (22F, 23F, 21M, 24M) in a large house. We reasonably get along, but 21M (Jacques) and 22F (Julie) are my friends. Julie and I decided to get a foster cat (with me finding the cat and handling the admin) after everyone agreed, but she and I would be the sole caretakers.

The foster group made me agree that our primary goal would be to find a permanent owner for the cat. If someone called about her, we were supposed to discuss adoption and move the process forward. We received a cat we soon named Tails, and she was amazing. She was a one year old baby who quickly grew attached to me, sleeping with me most nights and following me as I walked around. She'd even greet me as I came back to the house. She liked Julie and the others too, but she usually spent time with me.

Five months in, a social worker (50F, Marlene) called me to inquire about Tails. She said she wanted a sweet, cuddly cat after hers died. She seemed like a kind person, and as we talked, it sounded like Tails would be a good fit for her. I mentioned in the roommate Messenger chat that the foster org linked me with a woman interested in Tails and that we were discussing adoption.

I mentioned potentially keeping Tails to Julie a few times. She said we could co-own her, but worst case she could even take her back to her family in France (we're in North America). We never confirmed any plan, just mentioning it'd be on the backburner. But as Marlene and I chatted, the foster org also asked if she seemed trustworthy. I had to say yes because Marlene was.

During this time, Julie told us that she found an apartment in a city two hours away. She planned to do her masters there, but the caveat was that the apartment explicitly forbid animals. She said she wanted the place anyway, which I assumed to mean we would not be co-owning Tails. Also during a pandemic, Julie couldn't exactly deliver a cat to France.

Two weeks later, Marlene confirmed her interest, and I was heartbroken but happy. I couldn't offer Tails a permanent home like Marlene could. I told the foster org that I saw no issues with the adoption, so they started the paperwork. I also mentioned this in the roommate group chat.

A week later, a foster org representative stopped by to pick up Tails. I wrote to everyone the day and time. Julie said nothing. After Tails left, we had a blowout over something else and didn't talk for two weeks. When we finally chatted, she was pissed that I gave away Tails without discus

I'm at the point where I feel like I need to call a lawyer or police.

So I went on my boyfriends' boat this weekend. I'm a good swimmer and have been on boats/jet skis for almost 10 years.

My best friend and I were having fun diving from the side of the boat. I don't remember everything exactly but my friends cliam there was a pretty strong "rip current" and everyone said I was panicking too much. All I remember is my boyfriend's roommate jumping in the water and hitting me in the forehead.

I don't remember waking up but just being on the boat, confused until we got back to shore. He's a marine and I worry if he hit me because of PTSD. Lifeguards and Coast Guards NEVER hit a swimmer as they could swallow water and drown if unconscious.

My boyfriend says I could have died and his friend could have died and I keep insisting that I've handled currents and have even surfed through a big wave.
I feel like they are protecting him and not considering that I could have CTE & PTSD from this.

A little background on her "boyfriend" (I'll call him B).. He is currently living in the US with a student visa so he is not able to work other than drive for a driving app. He pays for some of his expenses through this, but this does not typically cover all the costs and his family helps him tremendously. B's family lives in a different country and are threatening to cut him off by March if he does not move in with his family.

My roommate, I'll call her R, started dating him this year for a few months but never became "official." After they stopped pursuing each other romantically around September, they rarely talked but R still expressed her interest in B to me. R invited B to her family Thanksgiving and have been talking more since then. Up until this week, I had not heard that they were romantically involved anymore until she dropped that she wanted to marry him.

She has brought up marrying him before, but she has never brought it up to B so I did not take it very seriously. She then told me she told B that she still had feelings for him and marriage was brought up very quickly. She still will not officially say they are dating even now. In R's mind, she sees marriage as the only way to continue seeing B because he will have to move if nothing changes. To prove to the US government that they are married for any purpose beyond getting citizenship, they would have to move in together, share bank accounts, and much more. I don't think she's necessarily breaking the law because she has stated she loves him, but this is the only way they can continue seeing each other.

To me, R has stated that the only option possible is that B moves in with her and I in the apartment we are in now. We have another roommate that lives there as well and he does not seem to care about it either way. Financially, I think this would be the only possible way for all of us to be able to afford this change. If R moved out, it would be more expensive for us and I'm not sure R and B could afford ending a lease then moving on their own while going to school. With that being said, I'm a bit apprehensive about giving her the okay to have him move in because I have only met B about three times in passing. He also has two dogs that would move in with us. My second roommate already has a dog that does not get along with other dogs very well and has most likely ruined our chances of getting our deposit back. After she asked me if it was okay if B moved in, I told her I would sleep on i

Hello Boston,

I'm a newly-graduated engineer [23, Female] moving to Boston in June 2020. I'll be working in the Seaport district for the foreseeable future.

I'm looking for a roommate to split a 2 bedroom for $3200-3400/month ($1600-1700/month/each) - preferably in a luxury-style apartment complex near the Red Line.

Some fast facts about me as a roommate:

• Extremely neat and tidy (I got a vacuum for my 16th birthday.)
• Quiet and sleeps early (10-11 PM on weekdays, later on weekends; I will be up for work around 6 AM)
• Prefer no smoking (the smell gives me a headache, but edibles are cool)
• No pets of my own, but would happy living with one.
• Not a partier/host - I don't have friends over often, and would provide ample notice if I were to.
• Regular cook and baker, so looking for a solid kitchen

Hopefully the above doesn't make me sound too much like a crotchety old lady... I'm pretty easy-going, considerate, and an honest communicator. For fun, I play video games, bake (huge Great British Bake Off fan), and go to the gym several times a week. If you want to be friends, let's be friends; if you just want someone to split the rent, that also works for me!

I have no preference about your age, gender, or orientation - all I'm looking for is a good personality match! DM me to connect. Thanks for reading.

Obviously the World Cup is coming but I need something else to keep me going in the interim

I live on off campus housing that allows coed or single sex living (but, if you plan to live coed, all roommates must agree in writing to be "okay" with living with the opposite sex).

My sublease states that it is only one person allowed per one room.

I live in a 2/2 apartment, and my current roommate has left for the summer and plans to sublease. A female has expressed interest in subleasing, and plans to bring her boyfriend to live in our 2/2 apartment along with 2 pets (which aren't allowed in the first place)

I am not comfortable living with another man; let alone 2 complete strangers. My rent is pretty expensive, and there is a cap on utilities. If we go over in utilities, the overage is split equally among roommates.

I have expressed that I would be uncomfortable with this possible roommate subleasing and bringing her boyfriend, and she essentially told me she doesn't really care and has made up her mind.

What are my rights here? Can I send the screenshots of our conversations to the leasing office? She states several times that she will get around having her boyfriend on the lease by just having it under her name.

I'm really worried, especially since I'm new to the area and already paid $300 for the application fee and cannot break my lease without more penalties.

Thanks for your help.

tl;dr: my roommate doesn't groom or play with her cat at all. She takes offense to any attempts we make at sharing his needs with her. He is constantly whining to us for attention and we give it to him, but there needs to be a more permanent solution.

Guilty roommate (f/22 - henceforth known as M) and I (f/20) have been acquaintances for a few years, but became closer over a summer and moved out of town together in the September. We moved in with my (now our) friend Z (m/24). I've known Z for a few years but we became better friends about half a year before we moved in.

M grew up around animals and her family breeds long-hair Persian cats, a particularly high-maintenance breed. She had spoken about how she missed her cat (m/2 - lets call him Spot) so Z and I encouraged her to bring him here- we love cats, but neither of us have lived with one except during childhood. (Addendum: Z was focused on bringing roommates to the house, and if a cat was necessary then that was fine with him. He does like cats, but he didn't want to be its primary caretaker)

Spot was brought here after about a month, but much to our dismay M was refusing to let him out of her room. I figured that since she birthed him and seemed confident that she knew what she was doing, they would be fine; she also mentioned that his fur needed to be brushed everyday so I figured that maybe it was necessary because of his easily-tangled fur? Spot repeatedly escaped when she left the door open for whatever reason, and most of the time he would come back to a closed door. I brought up the idea that she should leave his litter and food outside of his room "so it is easier for you to take care of him", she obliged.

Unfortunately, we came to realize that Spot was completely covered in matted fur from head to toe- he must have come to us from her cat-breeder family like that, there was at least a year of neglect in those dreads. In her words, "he needs to be shaved". Z asked her to shave him or take him to the groomers, but she took what he said offensively and moved the litter and food back into her room- as if that is a punishment to us, rather than her cat. For me, that was the last straw; I was so angry at her for seemingly purposely neglecting her cat! I made a mistake: I accused her of animal abuse in front of her friends, revealing conversation logs that made it clear that she was using her cat as a weapon in our petty roommate war. Most of her friends agreed with me, but some of them lash

I can make more money doing the latter, the short term rentals, but I am trying to figure out if it's worth the extra insurance costs incurred? It’s more hassle for me in general, but I want to know about the insurance specifically.

As an agreement, they are NOT permitted to kill you.

Six weeks ago, at the ripe age of 27, I experienced my first “bro” breakup, which is to say that my (now former) roommate and I parted ways permanently and in our case, quite acrimoniously as well. After nearly two months of worsening the divide from a distance by trying to fix it via email, the furniture I left behind was discarded to the curb and, as of yesterday, a new roommate has moved into my former room. After an incredibly fast and close friendship, an escalation of hurt feelings and grievances that now all seem petty, led to my giving my 30-day notice which in turn culminated into my being kicked out at 1AM for giving said notice and “abandoning him.”

That’s my version of it, mind you. I suspect that his would differ. “Understand that I want nothing to do with you” and “you’re going to die alone” are some of the mementos traded during this rapid decline. We both believe ourselves to be the wounded party and the other the cause of the fallout; the toxic friend.

Heteronormalized male friendships are forged on an anvil of casualness. Laughter, beer, fist bump; repeat. In trying times, a “dude, that’s rough,” will be granted. Past stories of vulnerability may be traded but rarely more. Real-time vulnerability is generally altogether avoided. I know this. I’ve lived by this unspoken code and, at various points in my life, even inched away from male acquaintances who went against it. And yet, despite being born out of Craigslist necessity, this friendship was different.

“I miss my ex-fiancee.” “I was so lonely before you moved in.” “My family is poor and I don’t think I’ll be the one to pull them out of it despite my ivy education.” “I don’t know if I’m built for an interracial relationship.” “Hey, check for me: is that a sore inside my butt crack?”

Codependent, inappropriate, boundary-less, whatever you might call it, there was something to be said for a space in which the XY chromosome did not keep these topics at bay. It was emotionally fulfilling in the best of ways... until it eventually crumbled in spectacular fashion leaving more regrets than I can list. My girlfriend, listening to me rant about the situation, pet my head and sympathetically said “that sounds like me after my first breakup. I was catatonic for like, three months.”

I realized she was right. These feelings of confusion, rejection, anger, and sadness were almost identical to those I had once felt as a broken-hearted fourteen-year-old, only now without the Evanescence