I recently returned from a three-week trek throughout Europe prior to starting a new job and while I was away my roommate got a little, shall we say, comfortable.
Working in media — social media to be specific — I made it a point to completely unplug while I was away and I asked all my friends and my roommate not to contact me unless somebody died or our house was on fire. This is the only excuse my roommate has for the scene I walked in on when I returned from my lengthy flight last Monday afternoon.
It was the middle of the day, so I expected no one to be home. Instead, there was my roommate’s boyfriend, in his drawls, sprawled across our couch watching TV and chomping on chips. Homeboy was chilling like he was at home, which brings me to the part where he got the impression that he was.
Apparently, the day I boarded the plane to London ol’ boy and his roommate got into a huge argument over their third roommate moving out and not finding a replacement in time. My roommate’s boyfriend refused to split the third portion of the rent that now needed to be covered because he was the only one putting in any effort to find a new tenant. When he didn’t cough up an additional $500, his roommate kicked him out and he’s been on our couch ever since.
Now, my first reaction to this story was “Oh my God, that’s crazy,” after I, of course, called my roommate at work and asked her why she didn’t give me a heads up that we had a visitor. She said she and her boo had gotten so caught up in their routine she forgot I was coming back that day and said let’s talk about things when she gets home.
She gets home and basically asks if her man can move in with us and I say no. It caused the kind of argument you don’t want to have when you just return from a stress-free trip out of the country, but she said she understood my position and her guy would be out by the end of the week.
It’s now past the weekend and into a new week and he’s gone nowhere, except to work. Honestly, judging by the times he leaves and comes home from work, I don’t even feel like he’s looking for a new place. I know finding an apartment isn’t easy, but had they spent the three weeks I was gone finding him a new place, I wouldn’t be shuffling my shower schedule around and generally feeling uncomfortable in my own home. I try not to bring up the subject of him moving out every day but I really feel like I’m being played here. What should I do?
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