Life Comes at You Fast

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I just found out at about 10:30 last night that my roommate/landlord has decided to sell everything he owns (including our house), pack up his car with what's left, and move out to Phoenix, Arizona within the next three weeks. So my boyfriend, my mother, our cat, and I (currently 5 weeks away from my due date) will be looking for a pet-friendly, three bedroom apartment in a town that has LITERALLY nowhere available. On top of this, he's already started selling things, some of which my family and I use everyday. The dining room table and chairs were gone before we got home from work last night, and the washer and dryer are leaving tonight before ten. He's also planning on selling the fridge in our half of the house as well as his own. So, we'll be paying $1 a load to wash clothes at the laundromat until we find an apartment or house (and possibly still after that), and just not buying the milk from my WIC since we have no way to keep it cold. And the best part of it all, my boyfriend has told one of his band mates (who has a really bad home life still living with his parents) that he can move in with us as soon as we move into the new apartment. Which means, either the baby doesn't get a room until he can afford his own place, or we have to go up from $600 (the cheapest available housing we can find) another $100 in rent (which we would already just barely scrape by with). The band mate's girlfriend would probably end up moving in with us as well, bringing along her ball python and hedgehog, and the dream of getting a finnic fox. So, pretty much, I get no say in where we live, who we live with, or how long we're stuck somewhere that I don't like. I don't like any of this at all.