Awesomus Maximus.
So this is what happened: My bf and I lived with a roommate. A 45 year old black man with the mentality of a child. He was upset with me because I would leave my trashbags in the foyer and wouldn't take it out until the weekend (who wants to make 20 trips to a dumpster 200 yards away?) and I was upset with him because he was smoking marijuana in the apartment and refused to take it outside. Also, he was an alcoholic, he was loud, he would scream and throw fits at midnight, he would beat his dog. The guy's a real piece of **** .

Two weeks before the incident he stole my pan. He came to me one day, cringing his hands, speaking softly, trying to be conciliatory, and asked to use my pan. His words were "we'll leave it in the kitchen to be, like, a community thing." Then he took it into his room and kept it there. The next day I confronted him about it and he refused to give it back, said he'd kick my ass, etc. I went down to the apartment administration, whom I'd been asking and begging and pleading for two months to move us away from this cancerous old man, and they told me that I was acting like a child and that we would have to "get along." They refused to move us (and they'd had an abundance of empty rooms!) and forced us into what became a really bad situation.

So, he accosted me one night. I get off of work at midnight and two minutes later he unlocked the front door and shouted "I guess we're playing games, huh?" He thought that I was locking the door to spite him (mindset of a child). We got to arguing, which was really just him staggering around the room in a drunken stupor and me laconically responding "yes, no." I brought up the marijuana and he told me that because the living room was a shared space, I had no right to "stink it up" with my garbage (which was nothing but soda cans and cardboard anyway). Apparently, marijuana is completely odorless! Oh, wait. He stank up that "shared space" every goddamn day to the point where my eyes would water! Again, the man's a child (he'd have drunken arguments with his ex-wife and say things like "your man loves you, so he deserves respect and love." Only the most immature person in the world thinks that their own affection or desires make other people obligated to reciprocate it!). At that point he said something along the lines of "I'm not a bad person."

My bf was hiding in the closet with the rifle loaded and ready to go and he responded with "Yes, you are."

The reason he had the rifle loaded was because my ******** roommate had been making threats frequently in the hour of drunken ranting that preceded everything. He had been pointing at my room and saying that he hated my bf, he'd been saying he hated me, he insulted my military service to try and induce me to fight (and then said I was a pussy and his bitch for refusing to fight), he claimed that he was in the Corps (which it was very, very obvious he wasn't ever), he did everything he could to make it clear that he was hostile. At one point he tapped my crotch and got so close that I could smell the stench of beer as he said some incoherent line about pulling my cock out and making me eat it.

When my bf said he was a bad person, he barged into my room with fists clenched to be confronted with the barrel of my M43 Mauser (which he later claimed was a shotty. Some Marine vet he is, right). I was pulling him back by his shoulder when I heard him shout "Just shoot me! I don't care" and my bf shout shrilly "Get out!" At that point I barged past him, disarmed my bf, unloaded the rifle, and tried to make the roommate leave the room... But he wouldn't step out. I had one hand on the door and the other on the door frame, my arms were fully extended, and he was pushing against me with his weight while repeating threats. He threatened and threatened for another hour before I slammed the door in his face and called the police...

And the police gave my bf Felony Menacing.

Then my bf lost his job.