Anyway, back to the apartment. Kerri had been doing a bit of e-mailing about furniture and other apartment related things with Yvette and me. Mostly it was thrilling things like, "Who would like the green chairs?" and "I'm not sure if I'm going to take the kitchen table." Then one day I got an e-mail with some surprises in it:
So, this was all quite perplexing because Kerri never mentioned a change in the rent if her friend moved in. She only talked to me about the utilities. I'm a little bit shocked that she handled it this way, without talking to us separately about it first. Also, I didn't think I could afford to pay any more, and $100/month is quite a bit more to be thrown at a person. Furthermore (and I wish I'd taken pictures of the other bedroom to help prove my point), the bigger bedroom is much bigger and doesn't have the annoyance of someone walking through some of the space to deal with. Also, it has three real windows, as opposed to my one real one in the den and one shaft window to the bathroom in the bedroom. The size difference and the convenience different are worth more than just a $50 differential. Have I fully supported my argument yet? Have I met the burden of proof? Because this all is getting a little ridiculous. Anyway, I knew I had to be honest, so I sent the following e-mail in return:
I have no strong feelings about the furniture. I kind of want to get a full sized couch, but I wouldn't be able to do anything about that until late August, so I'm flexible.
I am happy to split utilities and other apartment expenses (and would love to keep the DVR in the living room), but I absolutely can't go above $1000 for the rent. Sorry. Paying the utilities will already raise my monthly expenses by about $70 and that's the limit of what I can afford. I'm willing to renegotiate in December when the lease is up, but at this point I just can't. I know you're dealing with a lot right now Kerri, but I just can't adjust my monthly budget immediately with no warning because of someone else's circumstances. I hope this doesn't change your feelings about moving in, Yvette, but if it does I totally understand. Let me know and I'll start looking for someone who can pay the $1250 on craigslist today.
I look forward to talking more tonight.
That was the last I heard from them. There had been some mention of Yvette coming over around 7:00 to meet me. I went to pilates to take deep breathes and remember to stay calm. I also needed to remember that I couldn't agree to something I wasn't comfortable with just because I felt bad for Kerri and everything she was going through.
Almost immediately after I got home from pilates, I got a phone call from Yvette: "I'm downstairs!" she said. I replied that Kerri wasn't home yet, but I'd come down and meet her. I soon found out that Kerri wasn't planning on being there for the meeting. She'd gone off to have dinner with a friend and left us to hash it out. I was a bit put out that she'd run when the going got tough. Even before this, Yvette wouldn't have been my first choice for a roommate -- she and Kerri knew eachother from AA and since I drink, it would have been nice to have a roommate who wanted to share some wine once in a while. I also knew nothing about her as far as the things I think are important in a roommate, like habits, schedules, etc.
Back to the moment at hand. Yvette has just entered the apartment and I've just found out that Kerri isn't coming to negotiate this with us. I'm tense because I basically want to tell Yvette that she needs to step up or step out. She's moving into my apartment with me, so I'm not going to pay more money. We start to have a conversation and I basically tell her as much, but more civilly. We go back and forth for a while until she finally says, "Well, what Kerri didn't tell you is that if you don't agree to this than you have to move out." I was floored. Kerri was so nice! She said she would figure out something if I wasn't comfortable! What happened to make her so inconsiderate and unreasonable?
Um, well, probably losing her business and dream did that. I had a really hard time not crying at that moment. I went into the meeting wondering what would happen if Yvette couldn't pay and I had to go the craigslist route -- especially when Kerri's move out date coincided with my subletting date. Did I really want to trust two randoms to my apartment and my stuff? All those questions were wiped from my mind when Yvette said, "If you don't agree to this than you have to move out." I'm not even sure what I did next. Everything is a blur. I think I sat and stared. At some point I might have said something like, "This is a lot to take right now." All I remember is awkwardly sitting on the couch in the living room and looking at Yvette in disbelief.
Somehow, eventually, Yvette asked if I could go up $50/month to $1050 until December. She thought she could cover $1200 until then. I agreed. $300 over the course of six months was worth not having to move last minute.
Adding to the tension was the fact that Yvette wasn't leaving. She was waiting for her boyfriend to come look at the place. I apologize if you are one of those girls who needs her boyfriend's approval for everything she does, but I just don't get it. It's really only important to get his opinion if you're moving in together. I understand wanting to show off a new place, or wanting moral support when you're looking, but having the conversation Yvette just had with me, why would she have chosen this moment to ask the boyfriend to come look at the place? Also, he was late. So after the tension filled negotiations, as I tried not to cry, Yvette tried to make small talk. I tried to will her to leave with my mind.
Eventually, this mind control seemed to work. Yvette couldn't get in touch with the boyfriend and seemed sufficiently uncomfortable to suggest that she leave and meet up with him later. I was relieved. As soon as she left I burst into tears. I wasn't just crying because Yvette was a little aggressive, or because I had to pay more money, or because I didn't win, but because I felt really betrayed by Kerri. Like I said, we weren't close, but I did consider her a friend and an excellent roommate. I guess I expected more from her and wondered how little she thought of me that she thought I could be brushed away so easily. Were we not amicable, happy roommates for more than five months? Did she not think I at least deserved the decency of being told in person rather than ambushed by her friend?
As I cried in my living room and looked for some solace, the phone rang. It was Yvette again. She was downstairs. The boyfriend had a appeared. Could they come up? For God Fucking Sake. Seriously? What is the point of having the talent to keep from crying in front of someone if they just come back five minutes later? Because I couldn't think of any other response, I said yes. I answered the door with a red and splotchy face, still in my pilates clothes. They looked around for ten minutes. She was simpering. He was doofy. He crawled on my bed to look through the shaft window, which I thought was rude. Finally they left me alone.
Later, while I was sobbing my story into the phone, Kerri texted. She had spoken with Yvette. She wanted to talk. I did not. She came home in the middle of my conversation about her and how bad she made me feel. I'm sure she heard some of it -- our walls weren't so thick -- but I honestly didn't care. I texted her back and said that I needed some space to process it all. We were probably ten feet away from each other at this point. I felt like I was in middle school. I told her that. I just couldn't face her at that moment. I told her that too.
The next day I arrived at work red-eyed and puffy. I just have one of those faces that shows my emotions completely transparently. Also, I get blotchy when I cry. I wish I didn't but in nearly 31 years I haven't figured out how to fix it. I was a mess. I tried to tell the story to a coworker and broke down again. Things were looking bleak.
Around 1:00, though, everything started to come together. I got an e-mail from a friend who suddenly needed a sublet for exactly the time I would be in Costa Rica! She was fine with the rent, liked the layout, loves Brooklyn, and is totally trustworthy. Yay for saving my rent money! Then I got an e-mail from Kerri that made me feel much better:
I was starting to feel calmer. I was no longer crying randomly. I could cover the rent increase much better with my summer rent covered. Maybe Yvette was actually very nice, but had just been trying to stick up for her friend. Kerri and I even had a little reconciliation moment when I got home. Things started looking up, but unfortunately the negotiations had only just begun.