So I've been thinking about it a lot. A lot.

I'm taking care of all of this legal stuff with the apartment eviction thing. The actual eviction isn't in effect yet until we go to court. Right now we need to get a written / typed whatever from their attorney to ensure that they will drop the lawsuit they processed for not paying rent. So that means I've had to call and leave a message, I've spoken on his behalf for everything so far, helped him get the papers situated, while I have to go to work, call about my own shit to get situated, etc. etc., and still have to call another store back in MI for transferring, which I'm hesitant to do yet because we still have to cancel the current lease which I can't do (notice it's me doing this, and my name isn't on the lease, it's all him) until this stuff is done with.

He's worried about the minifridge and the broken garbage disposal throughout all of this, and after me suggesting he call maintenance to fix it for months, he decides to fix it now.

I think I'm going to suggest sucking it up and move back in with my dad, since he lives right down the street from my original store I worked at and I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be an issue going back there at all. The b/f will have a fit I won't be with him, but at this point, I can't continue to take care of his stuff and put the things I need to get done and work on, on the backburner. I've done that for the past few years and it's not working. I can't keep taking care of him, it's not fair to me.

The hard part is trying to get this across to him without him freaking out or taking it the wrong way, and trying to get him to understand. I can't even count on him to listen for my phone to ring in case the attorney for the landlord calls back. He had his fucking headphones on when I came out of the bathroom to get clothes to prep for my shower. I am just beyond frustrated right now.