Hey there! I need serious help.
About a month ago I left Miami to go to NYC for the summer with my boyfriend. My best friend, who I agreed awhile back to move in with for graduate school, was left behind in Miami with her parents to look for an apartment. I told my friend that my max was $1k. Like, serious absolute max. So she’s decently well off, and says that she doesn’t want to be around UM kids so she can focus (fine), needs it to be a highrise building, has to have 24 hour security and a doorman, and other whatever things.
Knowing that her father was a lawyer and that she was my best friend, I assumed I left this job in capable hands. I trusted her, and I severely shouldn’t have and for that I take complete responsibility.
Now, I am in NYC a couple of weeks ago and she video calls me saying she is at an apartment viewing. Place looks beautiful, it’s in Brickell, has a giant view of the bay, fitness center, pools and jacuzzis, and everything we both wanted (I only asked it be near a metro). I say I like the place, albeit I can’t really see since it’s a bit blurry because of spotty connection, but it seems nice enough. Her father (who is, I know now, completely off his nut) hears me say I like it and says he wants to close the deal there and then. I’m confused, to say the least, and my friend proceeds to hang up as I frantically text her messages such as how many bedrooms, bathrooms, and the overall price of the place. It turns out the place is $2300/monthly, so split evenly as we had agreed I would end up paying $1,150. I let her know this and she got really mad at me over the phone saying that I said around $1k not max $1k, and that this place included utilities and was beautiful and in an amazing location for a great deal so I was lucky and shouldn’t complain. After thinking it over, I thought, well if she’s saying it’s that amazing and a great deal her father who is a lawyer was able to negotiate, she’s my best friend and I should believe her.
I spend a few more weeks in NYC before I decide that NYC wasn’t being too kind to me, and I moved back to Miami in a rush. She tells me I need to sign and send in the renters agreement immediately so as not to delay it any further. Again, trusting her judgement, I sign the agreement and send off a copy in an email.
Then she finally shows me the place in person. I do my best to not freak out. Yes, very pretty, whatever, but I realise that she has taken for herself the giant master bedroom and that I am left with enough space to only fit a full size bed and nothing else. Obviously, I realise very quickly that I have made a mistake.
That evening I go and try to talk to her, and she accuses me of “nickel and diming” her parents, and that I should be grateful and not complain. I am asking her to lower the price on my end since I have an extremely smaller amount of space, and she agrees that my room is, in her exact words, “substantially smaller” than her room, but she says that she’ll ask her dad when he’s in a good mood and says that she can maybe take $50 off per month but that she makes no promises. I’m appalled, honestly. Of course, I know I agreed to split it evenly, and she mentioned that when I spoke to her. She says it’s “frankly not [her] fault I f-ed up”. I agreed to split the cost evenly under the assumption that we would be living in a space where we would have an at least almost equal amount of space. Yes, I had two floor to ceiling walls that are just windows in my room, but I honestly don’t care for it. I prefer to have the bigger room with a less great view, lol.
Does all of this sound fair to you? What should I do? She is my best friend and I know that a renters agreement isn’t a lease, so I could really back out, but I don’t want to 1) lose her as a friend (she’s going to be important to my career) and 2) upset her father, who is a VERY crazy and successful lawyer, attempt retaliation against me.
What do I do? My grandmother has been saying it’s all fine, but she admitted to me tonight that the only reason she’s going along with this all is because she’s afraid of my friend’s father retaliating against me and trying to then have me pay some of the security deposit, etc that he already paid, or trying to sue me, or somehow ruining my credit, or whatever else a powerful and insane lawyer can do. All of these being things I don’t have the money for.
Do you think it’s worth even arguing about, or should I just accept the consequences for trusting my best friend? Her room is almost 3x the size of mine at best, and about 2x the size at worst.
Thanks in advance, xoxo!