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Guaranteed Human.

I ran away from my boyfriend and his mouse-infested apartment.

I shouldn't have left him behind.

The rats.

Should have let the rats behind?

It's like that myrull in the Walking Dead.

Oh, he got left on the roof.

Well, we don't really care because he's racist, but.

But we do care a little bit because they went back for him. Let's see our faithful hero here if he gets left behind. So, hi, everyone, trigger warning. Musophobia. Mice. Mice. I probably bouches that. Oh, shoot. I'm a red flag. I know. I can't read. So I 26 female have been living with my boyfriend, Steve, 30 male for 10 months, and we've been together for two years. We were originally long distance. I was living in the Midwest. He was living in the Northeast. Our first year was full of adventures traveling to different cities. By the way, this comes from Connection First on the R-Sla-OK Strait Time, Sub-R-Dabreddit. So around Christmas time, he asked me to move in with him. I said yes, as long as marriage in the picture after two years of dating. We talk marriage,

kids, a lot. His timeline is getting a house first, then proposing, then marriage, then kids. He's

got it all planned out. This is so we can come home to a quiet house. Before all that, though, we would live

in the apartment above his parents in his childhood home. It's a 120-year-old duplex built strong.

That is old. It's lasted the test of time. I mean, our place is built in the 1920s. So,

like, our place is like 100 years old.

That's true. And she's, you know, I can tell. She's solid pretty good. She's solid. But it could

definitely use some remodeling. You don't say. So Steve and I remodeled about half the rooms in the

apartment so far sealed up the cracks.

John, you can't see that. Oh, I'm sorry, guys. I'm so sorry. Sealed up the cracks. John, you can't see that.

Sorry, guys.

I'm so sorry.

Sealed up the cracks.

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