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Housemate acquired a therapy fee line, but declined to tidy up after it.

Consequently, I recorded all the incidents and departed.

Twelve months later, she reappeared with her cat and we reconciled.

Up in a fight.

Hey Reddit, I'm in a messy situation, literally, and I need some outside perspective.

I'm a 24-year-old woman, and I live with my roommate, Claire, who's 23.

For the most part, we've been good.

We clicked when we first met, had similar ideas about keeping a place tidy,

and we split the chores right down the middle, 50 to 50.

It was all smooth sailing.

Then, a few months ago, Claire got an emotional support animal, a cat.

I'm gonna name the cat Snowball.

Now, I'm not a cat hater.

I don't have any allergies, and honestly, I thought it might even be kind of nice

to have a furry little creature around.

I was totally fine with it at first.

Maybe even a little excited at the idea of having a pet around without the full responsibility.

I had pictured us chilling on the sofa, the cat purring between us.

But reality set in pretty quickly.

The problem isn't the cat itself, it's the aftermath.

Misty, sheds like there is no tomorrow.

I'm talking clumps of white fur, everywhere.

It's on the couch, on the chairs, clinging to the curtains, even somehow magically floating

in the air.

It's like living in a perpetual first storm.

And it's not just the hair.

Misty has this habit of knocking things over.

Little things at first, like pens off the coffee table, a stack of magazines.

But then it escalated.

One time, Misty launched itself off a bookshelf, taking a whole row of Claire's decorative

ceramic figurines with it.

They shattered on the floor, little pieces everywhere.

I spent a good hour helping her pick up the shards, feeling a little knot of resentment

starting to form.

And the scratching.

Misty seems to think the legs of our dining table, thankfully Claire's, not mine, are

its personal scratching post.

They're covered in these deep gouges.

The real issue, though, is that Claire doesn't really clean any of this up.

Or not adequately, anyway.

She'll maybe run a hand over the couch to brush off some fur.

But it's back within an hour.

She'll pick up the bigger things Misty knocks over, but she leaves the smaller messes.

And the scratching?

She just shrugged and said, that's what cats do.

She keeps saying that Misty is an emotional support animal, and that having her helps

with her anxiety.

She says that the shedding and the occasional chaos are just part of having an ESA and

that it's a small price to pay for the comfort Misty provides.

Meanwhile, my own anxiety is going through the roof.

I like things clean.

I need things to be organized.

The constant mess is genuinely making me stressed.

It feels like I'm living in someone else's disorganized world.

It's not just a visual thing, either.

It's the feeling of constantly having to be careful, of knowing that at any moment, another

thing might get knocked over, another cloud of fur might settle on the clean laundry I

just folded.

So, I finally brought it up.

I tried to be as nice as possible.

I said something like, hey Claire, I'm noticing a lot of cat hair around lately, and it's been

a bit overwhelming.

Could you maybe try to vacuum a little more often?

She immediately got defensive.

She said I was being insensitive to her needs, that Misty was helping her through a tough

time, and that I should be more understanding.

She told me that cleaning actually stresses her out, and that the whole point of having

Misty was to reduce her stress, not add to it.

Then she said something that really got to me.

She implied that I should be helping to clean up the cat messes, since I supposedly benefit

from Misty's presence.

I don't.

I'm neutral about the cat, at best.

I certainly don't feel like I'm getting any emotional support from it.

I'm just getting a lot of extra cleaning.

I ended up cleaning the whole house that took four whole hours.

I was so tired, I had back pain.

I'm sticking to our original agreement.

I do my half of the chores, cleaning the kitchen, the bathroom, taking out the trash, all

that stuff.

I even vacuum my own room and the common areas occasionally, just to keep things from

getting totally out of control.

But I refuse to spend hours every week dealing with the excessive amount of cat hair and the

other messes that Misty creates.

So, Reddit, M-I-V-A hole here?

Am I being a heartless roommate by refusing to take on extra cleaning because of Claire's

ESA?

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First off, thanks for the feedback, everyone.

It seems like most people are saying I'm NTA, which is validating.

But there were a few ESH and info votes, so I want to address those.

One of the main info questions was about whether Claire has an official ESA letter.

Yes, she does.

She showed it to me when she first got misty.

But honestly, it doesn't really matter because our apartment complex allows pets anyway.

There's a pet fee, which Claire is paying, so the ESA letter just means she doesn't have

to pay extra for having a cat specifically.

It doesn't give her any special rights to, you know, let the place turn into a fur-covered

disaster zone.

The other clarification I wanted to make is that Claire does clean.

She's not a complete slob.

She does her share of the regular chores, like dishes and taking out the trash.

It's just the cat-specific messes that she's neglecting.

The constant shedding, the things misty knocks over, the scratches on the furniture, those

are the things she's not dealing with adequately.

After reading all the comments, I decided I needed to try talking to her again.

I really wanted to find a solution that would work for both of us, without involving

a landlord or anything drastic.

So, I waited until we were both home, and I asked her if we could chat for a minute.

I tried to be super calm and non-confrontational.

I suggested a compromise.

I said, look, I understand that Misty helps you, and I'm not asking you to get rid of her.

But the mess is really getting to me.

How about this?

You commit to cleaning up the cat-specific messes, vacuuming the fur, wiping down surfaces,

dealing with anything misty knocks over, at least three times a week.

And in return, I'll do a general vacuum of the whole apartment twice a week, just to

help keep things under control.

I thought it was a pretty reasonable offer.

It acknowledged her needs while also addressing my concerns about the cleanliness of our shared

living space.

But she refused.

She said it was too much pressure to have a specific cleaning schedule for the cat messes.

She said it would make her feel like she was constantly being monitored and judged.

She claimed that having to clean up after Misty on a set schedule would actually increase

her anxiety, which, again, defeats the whole purpose of having an ESA.

Then, a few days ago, I found cat hair in my food.

I had a sealed container of leftovers in the fridge and when I opened it up, there was

a single, white cat hair, right on top.

I know it's not the end of the world, but it was just the final straw.

It felt like a violation, like the cat hair was invading even my personal food space.

It made me feel nauseous, and I had throw away the food.

It's getting harder and harder to stay calm and rational about this.

I'm starting to feel genuinely resentful, and I'm constantly on edge, wondering what

mess I'm going to find next.

I'm seriously considering trying to involve the landlord, but I'm worried about escalating

the situation.

I don't want to make things even more awkward or hostile between us.

But I also don't know how much longer I can live like this.

Our lease is up in six months, and I'm starting to count down the days.

Update 2, one week later, alright, things have not improved.

I haven't gone full nuclear yet, but I did take a small step towards involving the landlord.

I didn't directly complain about Claire or Misty, but I did submit a general maintenance

request for something unrelated, a leaky faucet, and in the additional comment section,

I mentioned that there was excessive pet hair throughout the common areas of the apartment.

The landlord responded to the maintenance request pretty quickly, and they sent a general

email to all tenants in the building, reminding them about the pet cleanliness policies.

It was a pretty generic email, nothing specific to Claire, but I was hoping it might at least

make her think twice about letting the fur pile up.

It didn't.

There's been absolutely no change in her behavior.

Misty is still shedding like crazy, and Claire is still not cleaning it up.

I even saw Misty jump onto the kitchen counter, right next to where we prepare food, and

Claire didn't even blink.

So, I decided to try one last thing before resorting to more drastic measures.

I scheduled a formal roommate meeting.

I know, it sounds super official, but I felt like I needed to make it clear that this was

a serious issue.

I even prepared a written chore chart, specifically outlining the responsibilities related to Misty.

It included things like vacuum living room rug, minimum 3X slash week, wipe down surfaces

to remove cat hair, daily, clean up any items knocked over by Misty immediately, and address

scratching damage to furniture, ongoing.

I presented it to Claire during our meeting, trying to be as calm and reasonable as possible.

I explained that I wasn't trying to be controlling, but that I needed a clear agreement on how

we were going to handle the cat-related messes.

I even offered to take on some extra non-cat-related chores to balance things out.

She refused to sign it.

She said the chore chart was controlling and passive-aggressive.

She accused me of trying to micromanage her life and said that it was making her feel

like she was living in a prison, not a home.

Then, she started crying.

She said I was attacking her mental health, and that I was being completely insensitive

to her struggles with anxiety.

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She told me that I had no idea how much Misty helped her and that I was making her feel

like a terrible person for needing an emotional support animal.

The whole thing was a disaster.

I felt bad that she was crying, but I also felt like she was manipulating the situation

to avoid taking responsibility.

I'm not backing down, though.

I'm sticking to the original chore division, plus doing the occasional extra vacuuming that

I volunteered for.

But I'm not going above and beyond to clean up after Misty.

I'm also starting to document everything.

I'm taking photos of the messes and noting the date and time.

I'm not sure if I'll ever need this evidence, but it makes me feel a little bit more in control

of the situation.

And, most importantly, I'm actively looking for a new apartment.

I've started browsing listings online and contacting landlords.

I'm determined to find a place that is clean, cat-free, and drama-free when my lease is up.

Update 3, one month later, things have definitely escalated.

It's like living in a passive-aggressive war zone.

Claire has started leaving notes around the apartment, criticizing my chores.

All things, like did you forget to wipe down the counter after you made breakfast?

Or the trash can is overflowing, again.

The thing is, I am doing my chores.

I'm meticulously following the original agreement, and I'm even doing the extra vacuuming I

volunteered for.

Her notes are completely unfounded.

It's like she's trying to deflect attention away from the cat mess by making it seem like

I'm the one slacking off.

It's gotten to the point where we barely speak to each other.

When we do interact, it's incredibly strained.

She's become withdrawn and hostile, and I'm constantly on edge, waiting for the next

passive-aggressive note or snide comment.

One day I was cleaning up the cat hair, and then she came and said sarcastically,

oh, I see you are finally cleaning.

I was furious that I just left.

I went to a nearby cafe and calmed myself down.

But the worst part, the thing that's really pushing me over the edge, is the smell.

The apartment is starting to smell faintly of cat urine.

It's not overwhelming, yet, but it's definitely there.

A subtle, unpleasant odor that hangs in the air.

I haven't mentioned anything to Sarah because I don't even want to talk to her.

I'm pretty sure Claire isn't cleaning the litter box often enough.

I haven't actually seen her do it in weeks.

I don't want to go snooping around in her room, but the smell is becoming increasingly noticeable,

and it's making the whole apartment feel unclean, even in the areas that I do keep tidy.

I tried using air fresheners, but they just masked the smell temporarily.

I had a friend over the other day, and even they commented on the smell.

They didn't say anything directly about cat urine, but they made a face when they walked

in and said, is something off?

It was mortifying.

I made some excuse about a cooking experiment gone wrong, but I was so embarrassed.

I've stopped inviting people over altogether.

I've officially reached my breaking point.

I can't wait until the lease is up.

Six months feels like an eternity.

I've started researching options for breaking the lease.

I've been reading up on tenant rights, looking for legal loopholes, and even considering talking

to a lawyer.

I know it's going to be a hassle, and it might cost me some money, but I'm at the point

where I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this situation.

My own well-being, my mental health, has to be my priority.

I can't keep living in a messy, smelly apartment with a roommate who refuses to take responsibility

for her pet.

Update four, three months later, final update.

Okay, read it, this is it.

The final update.

I'm officially out.

It's been a long, stressful thing, but I've finally managed to escape the furry, smelly,

passive-aggressive nightmare that was my living situation.

First, the lease breakage.

After a lot of research and back and forth, I managed to negotiate a lease break with

the landlord.

It wasn't easy.

I had to pay a fee, basically two months rent, which stung, but honestly, it was worth

it for my peace of mind.

I presented the landlord with all the documentation I had collected, the photos of the messes, the dates

and times, copies of the passive-aggressive notes Claire had left, everything.

I also explained the situation calmly and rationally, emphasizing that I had tried to resolve

the issue with Claire directly, multiple times, but that she had been unwilling to cooperate.

The landlord was surprisingly understanding.

I think the photos of the cat urine stains on the carpet, which I discovered after moving

some furniture, were probably the deciding factor.

Claire, of course, was furious.

She accused me of going behind her back and sabotaging her.

She claimed that I was exaggerating the situation and that the landlord was being unfair.

But the landlord had seen the evidence, and while they didn't explicitly take my side,

they agreed to let me break the lease without any further penalties.

The actual moving-out process all right, to say the least.

Claire avoided me as much as possible.

I just focused on packing my things as quickly and efficiently as possible.

I hired movers to help with the bigger items, just to minimize the amount of time I had

to spend in the apartment.

The new apartment is everything I dreamed of.

It's clean.

It's quiet.

It's cat-free.

The first night I spent there, I just sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes, and breathed

a sigh of relief.

Claire, predictably, sent me a long, angry text message after I left.

She accused me of being a terrible friend, a horrible roommate, and basically, the worst

person in the world.

She said I was selfish, inconsiderate, and that I had ruined her life by moving out.

She even claimed that I had traumatized Misty by abandoning her.

I read the message, and then I blocked her number.

I didn't need that negativity in my life anymore.

I'm done.

In future roommate situations, and I am planning on having roommates again, eventually, because

living alone is expensive, I'm going to be upfront and honest from day one.

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they become insurmountable.

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all the basics, chores, guests, noise levels, shared expenses, and, yes, even pet responsibilities.

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As for Claire, I don't hate her.

I'm angry and I'm definitely still resentful, but I also recognize that she's probably going

through a tough time.

I don't know the specifics of her anxiety, and I'm not trying to minimize her struggles.

But I also know that her mental health isn't my responsibility.

It's hers.

And using an emotional support animal as an excuse to avoid basic hygiene and shared responsibilities

is just not okay.

I'm so glad to be out of that situation.

I'm starting a new chapter in a clean, cat-free apartment, and I'm determined to make it a positive one.

I might even get a plant.

Something that doesn't shed.

Or maybe a fish.

Something low maintenance.

But definitely no cats.

Not for a long, long time.

I think a small little dog that won't cause much trouble would be good.

A hypoallergenic breed, maybe, something small and fluffy that I can be responsible for,

and that won't trigger a repeat of the great cat hair catastrophe of 2023.

Edit, writing a small update to this.

A few months after I moved out, I surprisingly received a friend request from Claire on Facebook

of all places.

I was shocked.

I accepted it.

She sent me a message saying she was sorry.

But it was not a proper apology.

The apology was filled with excuses and she still blamed me for everything that had happened.

I had a new roommate.

Her name was Jane.

She was neat and tidy just like me.

She even made a roommate agreement, which I found it funny because I was going make one myself.

One day when I and Jane were watching a movie, I heard a knock.

It was Claire.

I was beyond shocked.

I slowly opened the door.

Claire had bought snowball with her.

She said she wanted to apologize in person.

She started talking but I wasn't even listening to her.

All I could see was Misty jumping on my new sofa.

I immediately told her to get out.

Claire started yelling at me again.

Jane came and tried to calm us down, but Claire pushed Jane.

I was furious.

I pushed Claire back.

We started fighting physically, pulling each other's hair, punching and kicking.

Jane finally separated us.

Claire left crying while holding Misty.

I had bruises on my arm.

My legs were hurting.

Jane aided my bruises.

After that incident, I blocked Claire from everywhere possible.

That was the last time I ever saw her.

It's been almost a year now, and everything is going great.

Jane and I are best of friends, and we respect each other's space and boundaries.