Landlords would lords would people like these two just about everywhere
English, motherfucker—do you speak it?
pissa decided that living there would be an improvement to their shithole despite it having no plumbing, electricity, and was rotting apart at the seams. she begged on twitter to help ~make this house a home~ with sticker tiles to cover up the rotting floor, but no help came. so now here we are, shitting in bags, but at least they're free from that opressive slumlord.
Polissa, being completely out of touch with reality, and having no clue how anything works, and Josh, being a borderline retard, had no idea that a trailer, left empty, unmaintained, and with no climate control for years on end, was going to go to shit as badly as this one has.
Polissa just saw a free place to live, and somebody—probably her grandma—assured her that various men in the family would be delighted to spend their spare time fixing it up for her.
All she had to do was pay for the materials, which, because she has no idea how much anything costs, she imagined was mostly just enough cheap peel-and-stick vinyl tiles to cover the floors, and a full set of nice new kitchen cabinets from the Habitat for Humanity store.
That it might be full of mold, that the subfloor might be rotting, that the plumbing had burst during a freeze (because her aunt, who owns it, didn't bother to drain it), or that rodents may have got inside the walls and damaged the electrical system? That thought never flitted through either of their heads.
To Josh's credit, he tried fixing the plumbing, but he soon hit the farthest reaches of his meager skillset—after throwing a tardrage at whichever of Polissa's relatives was going to help, because the guy's life and schedule didn't revolve around thrir sorry asses. And thus, the trailer rehab project came to a halt.
Is there any hope for Josh, such as work programs for low functioning people or thr terminally underemployed or something, where he could have a wrangler?
Honestly, there should be, but the best social, medical, and occupational services he'll ever have access to will be if he ends up in prison. And I don't think he'll end up there; all of his rages seem to involve mad bellowing, and occasionally taking it out on objects, rather than people. He's a hothead, but he's not vicious, and I'm taking the fact that, in over a decade together, he's never hit Polissa hard enough for her to fear him as proof of that.
The poor dummy's just got to tard his way through life, unwrangled.