So my (26f) boyfriend Paul (32m) and I are taking the steps to move in with each other in a place we can call our own. His boss, Jon, who is like a pseudo-father to him offered a "rent to buy" option on a smaller house that him and his wife, Carol have that was their first home together. Jon said that it was currently being rented out to a family on a month to month basis but that they hadn't paid rent in two months so he was giving them the boot and 30 days to move out.
My boyfriend and I talked it over and it sounded like a great opportunity. It's a small home in a good spot of town, 5 bedrooms (they're tiny and two are in a finished basement), large yard for our two- soon to be three fur babies, small in ground pool, detached garage with an office above it. Sounds like the dream for us to start our fur family.
So my boyfriend did a ride along to the house when his boss wanted to see if they had the rent money. Jon knocks on the door and the man answers and says it's been a rough two months because he got "locked up" and didn't have the money. Jon something along the lines of well, you owe me two months rent and you're out by the end of the month. He didn't get a good look inside but made the assumption that it probably wasn't great in there since they hadn't kept up the yard and didn't even open the pool.
Well, the end of the month comes and goes and Jon says that we can all go see the house. Jon and Carol met us there and when we walked in... The smell of stale cigarettes hit me in the face like a truck. Paul and I walk into the kitchen where there's still a pan of old grease on the stove top. There's grease splatters all over the front of the stove and the wall behind it, the refrigerator hadn't been emptied and good thing the electric was still on because there was a ton of shit in there. The inside of the fridge has dried food on the shelves. It looked like someone shook up a soda can and opened it in the fridge. The cabinets were gross and there was garbage and shit still in the drawers like Chinese food sauce packets, paper clips, fucking glitter... Just garbage.
We walk down the hall and the bathroom is gross... But okay because I was going to replace the bathtub anyway. We go into the bedrooms and there's crayon, marker, sharpie, LIPSTICK on the fucking walls... And someone spilled nail polish on the hard wood floor. Every room, including common rooms has nicotine stains on the ceilings.
The water was shut off so we couldn't flush the toilet or turn the sink on. (Side note: the other day I went to the mail box, which is smashed btw... Surprise surprise... To write "return to sender" on the mail... I saw the water bill and could see the "passed due" amount through the envelope and it's fucking $450. WHAT?! HOW?!)
We went downstairs and the smell of mold made us sick. None of the lights worked, the de-humidifier was broken, there was a dirty diaper and a mystery substance in the portal shower down there, there's nick nacks and garbage left behind. We found a child's flip flop, some toy cars and child barrettes on the floor... Marking all over the walls... Smoke detector covers off. Paul and I powdered the carpet the other day and vacuumed it up and I STILL smelled mold. He hacked at the carpet with a crow bar in the corner that I thought smelled the strongest and when the corner came up... Mold. Mold fucking everywhere. The carpet and the wood with the nails that stick up to hold it down.
Carol looked like she was going to cry. This was her and Jon's first house. We just stood there completely shocked. Everything has to get replaced or redone.
HOW can someone leave a house in this condition? Just, how? Apparently there was 5 children living there. How do they not all have chest and lung infections from the mold? I mean maybe they do, I don't know. Carol said they seemed like a great family when they moved in two years ago. No prior issues on their renters history. No red flags.
How can you let your kids just fucking destroy everything and how do you not clean up after them? These kids are going to grow up thinking it's okay to live like that and it's not. What the fuck you guys? How could they all as a "family" destroy a house that isn't theirs?
Needless to say, our plans to move in have been halted because Jon has to replace the carpets and paint the walls.
I don't even know what to think. I see the house for the potential. Once we get it back to working order, Paul and I can turn it into a "home" again but holy shit.
Tomorrow my best friend is coming over to help me smudge the house. The upstairs is okay but the energy downstairs is bad. As far as I know it's not a "person" or a spirit energy, it's more of a "something happened here like a domestic dispute or a child was hit" energy... And we can't have all of that.
I just needed to vent. I'm upset and I don't get it. I need a hug and like $10k. Paul and I don't have tons of money but we'd like to buy this house one day to make it ours but this is gonna take a lot of work and maybe 6-7 exorcisms. Haha.
Fuck.
Submitted August 17, 2015 at 10:45AM by TinyRussia http://ift.tt/1TMJt0E childfree
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