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SoulPiercer -> RE: Houseguest Horror Stories (7/28/2009 4:45:48 PM)
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My own story goes back some 20 years. A friend of my now ex-wife, single mother, 7 year old boy, 9 year old girl, no idea where their father is, lost her job (not her fault, of course) evicted, the whole nine yards. The little girl was an angel, much more help around the house than her mother was. The little boy made Dennis the Menace and Bart Simpson look like Boy Scouts.
This kid never met a roll of toilet paper he liked. Instead he used my hand towels to wipe his ass. Fortunately, I tend to look before I leap and I have an excellent sense of smell, thus I never got doodie all over myself when all I wanted to do was dry my hands or face.
The young lad also had this habit of denying any wrong doing by blaming "the bad me". So .. now there were two of him, not just one.
Despite my protestations, my wife insisted we help out someone who was only going to be there a few weeks.
They blessed my home for about 2 months. One day, after a rather bad day at work, I came home to find that my own little angel, all of 4 years old, had drawn all over her bedroom walls with Crayon. When I asked her why she would commit such a heinous act, she replied: "I didn't do it, daddy. It was 'the bad me'."
I went insane. My wife hadn't noticed the lovely art work that now adorned our angel's bedroom. I told her what our daughter had said, and FINALLY she joined me a massive meltdown.
Our guest and her children weren't there at the time, so we packed all her things and sat them on the curb. When she arrived, we allowed her to use our phone, from the front porch, to call someone, anyone to pick her up.
About an hour later a friend of her's, from her new job, arrives and loads up her truck. The house guest had been spending a lot of time with this new friend, she and the kids would leave Friday and come back Sunday. This went on for a few weeks, probably in anticipation of what was about to happen.
After getting things loaded, the new friend has the nerve to chastise us for throwing this helpless woman and her children out on the street! She also said we should be ashamed of how we treated someone who was less fortunate than we were. By the way, we put the oke in broke. It turns out the house guest had been telling her new friend how we took her entire paycheck and how I savagely beat her son. The truth? Aside from an occasional $20 donation we never saw any attempt to really help with bills. As for beating her son, God knows I would have enjoyed that more than I should probably admit, but alas, I denied myself such pleasures.
I told her to get the hell off of my property and that in one month, if she still felt the way she did, she could come back, yell at me some more, and I'd gladly write her a $10,000 check. Okay .. I didn't have $500 to my name, but I wanted to make a point.
Three weeks later, the good samaritan came back. She apologized for everything she said the first time she met us. I couldn't resist. I said, "oh, got a face full of shit, did ya?" She turned several shades of green. I had my answer.
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