My house guests moved out a little more than a week ago. It was unexpected. I actually moved out when they moved in (never mind why), and stayed with ExRoomie for the duration. That was very unpleasant, but I considered it a necessary sacrifice at the time.
I stopped by last Friday to stay the weekend, after ExRoomie asked for the house to herself that weekend. I had cleared this with Houseguest, who had planned to visit out of state family at the same time, and wouldn’t be there anyway. When I got to the house, I noticed that all their stuff was gone. Except clothes, odd shoes, toys and whatnot mixed in with the crumbs and assorted detritus under every piece of furniture. I should say, every remaining piece of furniture.
The full size bed, night stand, bookcase, TV stand, as well as the secondary TV, DVD player, PVR with a hard drive full of movies and TV shows, most of my bakeware and plastic food storage containers… were all gone. A significant amount of what remained was damaged, or worse.
Every room was a complete and disgusting mess. Dishes hadn’t been washed in who knows how long. Shit stains and piss splatters covered both toilets. There was puke on one of the end tables that there had been no attempt made to clean up. There was gum, candy, and other sticky substances embedded in the carpet. Soda was splashed halfway up the wall in the room where the toddler spent most of her time. All the carpet not covered with furniture was stained and filthy. There was trash everywhere. The laminate and vinyl floored areas were equally nasty, and required hands and knees scrubbing to get clean. Few walls didn’t have chips, scrapes or other markings. Blinds had broken slats and missing adjustment rods. I could continue, but you get the idea.
I spent all of last weekend cleaning, and continued the process this week. I might finish the cleaning part this weekend, except the carpet, which will require equipment that I don’t possess. I probably never will finish the repairs.
They have nothing that I could take to recover my losses – I was also giving them cash to pay for the necessary items that food stamps won’t cover. Criminal charges would only make those poor kids’ lives that much worse, although I wouldn’t bother with that anyway.
Houseguest wants me out of their life. I’m happy to oblige. There’s obviously more to the story than I’m sharing here, but the omitted details don’t alter the circumstances at all.
This is what I get for trying to help someone I thought was a friend.