This is long, but interesting, I hope.
I have been living with my roommate, let’s call him Matt, for about two years now. Overall, we get along great despite being very different people. He’s gaming at 4 in the morning, Dachshunds, snakes, and Eminem. I’m computer science, Terry Pratchett, gym, and learning German. (Ha he’s clean, and that counts for a lot in my book.)
Now, Matt likes guns. He grew up with them and likes to go to the shooting range and hunt with his father and brother-in-law. I don’t like the violence of guns, but I’m neutral about responsible private possession. That’s to say, I don’t think I would ever own one, but I am VERY much for personal freedom, so if you want it and it isn’t hurting anyone, live your life and be happy, for goodness sakes.
Point 1:
About a year ago, Matt bought a gun and didn’t tell me. I came home and he was handling it on the table. He said, “Yeah, I probably should have told you, right?” But he said it with a smile, and don’t get the wrong idea: I wasn’t freaked out or anything. I trust him. But it was a tiny red flag, because that is a major purchase that should have been discussed, in my opinion.
Point 2: I threw a party and invited some coworkers. Matt was invited, of course, and we all partook rather heavily. Enough that none of us were driving. Amidst the music and general good cheer, we start talking about hobbies, and guns come up. A few dissenting opinions from my friends, but that’s like any topic. Matt assures them that guns are safe. The next thing we know, Matt comes down the stairs, gun in hand, to show us how safe it is. I am so shocked that I laugh behind the counter. Two of my friends hit the floor. Matt tells us it’s unloaded and takes it back upstairs. We kind of laugh it off, but the next day, we sit down and have a serious talk about how that can’t happen again. Resolved, and it doesn’t come up again for a year. Until a few days ago.
Point 3: Matt’s brother has fallen on hard times and is looking for a place to stay. As luck would have it, we just moved to a new place (our old landlord was being irresponsible), but we still had a few months on the lease. So we said he could take one of our old rooms. Since Matt rarely sees his brother (his brother is one of those types who kind of falls in and out of people’s lives, apparently), they start hanging out. One night, they get into a huge physical fight at the old place after drinking. Matt comes in at 4 in the morning and knocks on my door. I just happen to be up since I’m working on a project for grad school. Matt says, “I’m going to fucking kill him.” He’s drunk, of course, and that’s when I get the story. I turn my head for a second, and Matt has gone for his Ruger and begins loading it. I have to restrain him, take the gun and the ammo, and put them in my room. After giving Matt some water, I have to use the bathroom. While I’m on the toilet, I hear a clicking sound, and then I realize that Matt has TWO GUNS. I forgot about the rifle that he purchased about six months after the Ruger. I fly up from the toilet, get my pants on, and take his rifle and the cartridge? from him and lock them in my room.
The next day, we have a serious talk. I tell him that I felt that I was physically endangered by his actions, and that I don’t feel comfortable giving him the guns back yet. We agree to sleep on it. That was last night. I’m thinking of giving him three options:
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I give him back the Ruger, locked, while I keep the rifle, the key to the Ruger, and the ammunition for both. At the end of two months, he can unlock the Ruger if nothing has gone wrong. At the end of another month, I give him back the rifle. At the end of another month, I give him back the ammunition. Or maybe I keep the ammunition (of course, I would have no way to verify that he didn’t purchase more).
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The guns are kept elsewhere, like his father’s house.
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I break our lease and we both have to find new places to live.
The question is (finally): Do you think I’m being unreasonable?