Roommate Addendum: Fill & Download for Free

Assuming your legally subletting, by going to court and showing a violation. If your a landlord, showing the roommate violated a provision of the lease. If your neither then you cant.

I have a girlfriend (the rather charming girl in my profile picture), but my flatmate at university is a girl (and my best friend).As such a I spend quite a few evenings watching tv or films, doing work or whatever with a girl who is not my girlfriend.I had a long chat with my girlfriend before I signed up to this - because I love her and didn't want to hurt her. She was very supportive of the idea because she knew how good friends we are. There is nothing even slightly sexual between me and my roommate - she's essentially my sister!However I do still worry lots - it's been quite hard, not because I am tempted, but because I worry that she will think I have been tempted.What I am getting at is that it doesn't necessarily mean that anything is going on - guys and girls can be really close friends without any sexual hijinks, but the key is communication.Talk to him. Tell him you're worried.I wouldn't jump to conclusions - because I've been in the same situation and it's been entirely innocent. I hope it's the same in your case.Remember: communication! :)ADDENDUM:A few of the comments have stated that they simply do not believe that there is nothing between me and my roommate - so I've decided to add a bit more to my answer.Let's get one thing out in the open:I do not want to sleep with my roommate.She's a really pretty girl, but even if we were both single I wouldn't want to - I just don't see her in that way.My girlfriend accepts that - and after that has been accepted, then there's nothing more to worry about than if I was sharing with a guy (there's an ongoing joke that I'm quite camp and that she'd need to worry as much if I was sharing with a guy!)People have also attempted to infer some things about my relationship and how it has evolved since I've moved in- which is sweet of them, but given they don't seem to be able to grasp the core concept of my relationship with my roommate (see: no desire to sleep with), I think I'll leave the judging to my girlfriend! However I will say that it has brought us closer, given that the fact that I talk to her about my worries (that I think my girlfriend might think I like my roommate) has made me open up to her in a way guys don't really seem to do very often - hence the added closeness.My message however, remains the same - if a couple is open with each other, talk about everything and is as honest as possible - and you both respect the boundaries you agree on, then don't let other people tell you what is and isn't ok about your relationship. If you're both happy - then go you! If not - talk to each other. If there doesn't seem to be a way to resolve the issues - then maybe you need to have a think about the relationship as a whole.I wish you all the happiness in the future,Jack

I never thought I’d have one. I didn’t like them, based on the fact that I viewed them as yappy little ankle biters.In 2012, I rescued a chihuahua from a kill shelter. I had no intention of keeping him. My Westie, whom I’d had for 15 years, had died 7 years previously, and I couldn’t bear to get another dog. One day I woke up, thought I’d save a life, and went to the local pound.I’ve written several times here on Quora about getting my dog, so I’ll try to limit my comments about him to the question at hand. I didn’t intend to keep him. He was scheduled to be put down the next day. I couldn’t bear to walk away from him, so I adopted him, got him neutered and all of his shots, and took him home to my little farm, where I lived at the time. I planned to find him a good home, although I didn’t know his age, didn’t know his name, didn’t know if he was housebroken, and certainly didn’t know if he was good with children or other animals. I guessed he was a few years old, but that’s as far as I got.When I got home with Pipkin (which is what I ultimately named him), I lifted him from my car. There he was, surrounded by my sister’s dogs (saints), horses, a flock of chickens, and 8 barn cats (all of whom were larger than he was). He calmly walked through the flock of chickens, through horse paddocks with mares that were new mothers, and who paid him no mind, past the chickens, and the next day, allowed my neighbor’s grandchildren to pet him without demur.In five years, he’s only barked once. He loves my roommate, he loves her ex-husband, and we encounter a neighborhood cat twice daily on our walks who runs to meet and greet him. My roommate has two cats and two parrots, and he is fine with all of them.So, this is to say that not all chihuahuas are nervous, yappy little ankle biters. I cannot take credit for Pip’s behavior. His original owner clearly loved him, and he, in turn, loves the world.Update on January 19, 2020:Pipkin died on September 3, 2019. I never knew his age, but he was clearly slowing down and suffering from age-related issues, the most serious of which was arthritis. At any rate, on September 3, he jumped down off the couch and shattered his leg. There was no saving him. I took him to the vet as soon as the office opened, and we ended his pain.Here’s why I’m posting this as an addendum to the specific question of why chihuahuas are so mean. As I discussed in my original answer, Pipkin was kind, outgoing, and loving. When he broke his leg, he was in horrific pain. As I drove him to the vet, I steadied him in his jump seat with one hand so that he could keep still. When I got to the vet’s, I was, naturally, sobbing. The office knew I was coming, but he and I still had to wait in the waiting room. Thankfully, the waiting room was empty. As I held him, I leaned over him and just cried my heart out. He remained still. I told him that when he passed over, he would be met by Bobby (my Westie whom I’ve written about extensively here on Quora, and who died in 2003). I told him Bobby would stay with him until I could join them. And then this little dog, who was in agony, and who had never, ever in his eight years with me licked any part of me, licked my hand repeatedly, as if to comfort me.I hold onto that goodbye from him. I want anyone who reads my answer to know that chihuahuas are not mean unless, like all dogs, they have lacked love and structure in their lives. Pipkin left me in love. Like all good dogs, regardless of their breeding, he was, first and always, looking to fill my life with love and companionship.