DavanKael
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Holly----How does one know a cow is drunk? Hmmmm, houseguest horror story. A friend from when my ex- was in the Marine Corps, his 2nd wife, and her kid needed a place to stay. They'd FUBAR'ed their finances and decided to give the fabulous East Coast a whirl and left California. Now, I'd seen their place in California and the female had mold growing various places in the kitchen (She was a SAHM, so household stuff was her responsibility) and the place was otherwise a pig-stye. So, there was a no cooking in my (Yes, I am a territorial female with females I don't like) kitchen clause to the offer of a place to stay to get on their feet again. I bought all of the special food she requested for the kid (Puzzled as to why a 2 year old should be eating so much processed food but inexperienced with kids at that time) and made hearty, home-cooked meals that all they needed to do was nuke. Light colored carpet, so asked that the child not drink outside of the kitchen (Even sippy cups drip). Bought a booster seat for the kid, yadda, yadda, yadda. Despite these accommodations and requests, I noticed the house getting in disarray (She wasn't working and he was barely) and the meat was disappearing form the freezer. Came home several times to screaming fights betwen the two of them where doors were bieng slammed, the child was howlling in terror, fun stuff like that. My ex- and I wound up sitting at the end of our bed one day looking at each other and finally I said, "F*&k this! This doesn't happen in our house." And, I went upstairs and asked our friend to come out of their room and have a word with me. Oh, a pleasant aside, used diapers on my antique bedroom furniture in the room they were using. I told him that, first and foremost, what they were doing in fornt of the kid wasn't okay, that she was terrified and they needed to cut it out. I also told them that the door slamming sh!t was going to stop and that if one of our catshad been walking through at the time, he or she would have been seriously injured or killed. I told him that if I heard another door slam, they were out. I gave her the same schpiel, adding that if they wanted specific meals, let me know but that the kitchen was not to be used other than for nuking things and feeding the kid. They stayed awhile, her sneaking in my kitchen and blowing the food budget all asunder. And, they never offered a cent to help with bills...in fact, we loaned them money before they moved out from California to settle their rent. His first paycheck, I recall their going to WalMart and buying over $50 in junk food. Not a dime offered to us. I came home from work one evening after she'd cooked in my kitchen yet again and she'd gotten some miraculous urge to clean the counter tops and dragged a piece of tile across the counter-tops, scratching it. I was so angry that my ears were rining. I told my ex- I needed to go out for a bit lest I become abusive. So, I went for a drive and thought about how ludicrous it was that I left my own house because of those people. My displeasure was conveyed to them, apparently, as the female had arranged, through her parents, plane tickets for her and the kid back to California and the guy was gone soon after. Damage to our house, money owed and never seen but boy, were we glad to see them gone: with the exception of the 2 year old. My ex-, who hated kids, got misty at the thought of her leaving; I think he felt genuinely bad for the little one. Davan
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