Unfiltered Story #314723

Honestly I just need to vent so buckle up. Last year I moved into my dad’s house and it needed a ton of work. He was living as a bachelor for about 10 years and barely cleaned anything. I’m not talking dirty dishes here; I mean my sister wrote “I hate you” on the wall in blood and it stayed there for 10 years. Just general dirt and grime everywhere. Over winter my brother asked me to move in. He has four kids but it was only supposed to be him (he had broken up with his wife again) so I said sure. He’s an alcoholic (I am too but I quit before he moved in) so there were multiple times I had to care for him until 2-3 am and get up for work at 4 am. He had no where else to go and was on the verge of suicide. Eventually he got back together with his wife and she moved in too. They were then dealing with CPS because, of course they were. Fine. We get the house presentable, get custody of their kids back and they all move in. If you’re keeping count that means we’re now up to 7 people living in a three bedroom house. The kids are horrible and the parents aren’t much better. Brother quit drinking because of CPS which helped keep him from being violent but they both continued to constantly make poor financial decisions like quitting work with no back up plan. I’ve now taken care of them and their kids for a year. In that year I’ve gotten pregnant and my boyfriend moved in with me. It got to the point where I could not get or keep my house clean because I’ve had no help from them. The kids spit gum into my carpet, refused to do chores, attempted to give away my stuff, broke everything they could get their hands on, threw trash into the yard and on the floor constantly, “wet the bed” all over my couches (which didn’t get cleaned so they reek of urine) the oldest constantly told me she hates me, would get violent with her siblings (one being a baby) abused my dogs, etc. The adults also refused to do chores, expected my bf and I to pay for their pets, refused to clean the litter box, let their dog poop and pee all over the house, constantly scream at the kids, doped the kids up on melatonin and benadryl, even the two that were too young to take it (hence the bed wetting) left all the lights on constantly, regularly turned the central heat up to 75 or AC down to 60 yet couldn’t help pay their 400 dollar electric bill, left trash everywhere, let the baby climb on the counters and play in the litter box and always had no less than 5+ loads of laundry. I let them use my car over the summer and it broke down, they swore they’d help get it fixed but they won’t. They finally tell me they’ve found a place. They’ll be out by Thanksgiving. After Thanksgiving is over, they’ll be out by Christmas, after Christmas is over, they’ll be out in January. My baby is due in February and I need them out so I can get the house clean enough for her to come home. In all this time they’ve owed my dad rent that they refused to pay and haven’t packed a single thing to leave. My dad told me before they all moved in that it was a bad idea and to not do it but I didn’t listen and he’s gotten the short end of the stick. I finally break down and tell dad everything. He actually agrees to help me get them out even if that means paying for what they need to leave. I tell them dad is willing to forgive rent if they’re out by January 9th (two weeks) and they’re out though they still have stuff here. Dad ended up having to pay for them to go. After all of this, bf and I are trying to get the house clean and we find holes in the walls, pots/pans left outside and ruined, silverware is missing, electronics broken, the stuff from the storage shed like the stroller my sister bought for my baby left out to get ruined in the rain and trash. Bags of trash thrown all over the back yard and ripped to pieces by their dog, 7 bags of trash in the house also torn up by the dog, three large dumpsters full of trash that’s not even bagged, trash covering my front porch, dirty diapers shredded in the living room, my car is full of trash and my front yard is also covered in trash. Bf ended up taking the week off work to stay home and help me clean everything. We’re slowly getting it done and hopefully will be able to by the time our baby is due. Lesson learned; do not let people move in!