- Joined
- Jun 5, 2020
Me and my bf live with a relative of his. Said relative is either incredibly stupid, apathetic, or senile. They’ve done a number of things that make me irritated or completely baffled. Tonight is one of them.
A bit of background, there is a jacuzzi room on one side of the house. This evening sometime she must have been filling it up and it overflowed. She shut the water off when she noticed. All well and good right? Well, did she then alert us to what happened so we could help dry stuff off? No. Did she even try to herself? Nope. She stayed in her room watching tv. We would never have even known if I hadn’t been going to the garage to give my chicks dinner and felt the carpet squish beneath my feet.
The water was left to practically flood that side of the house for hours. Like, what the fuck. It could have been all night. I just finished spending an hour or more with a shop vac trying to suction as much water as I could from the garage. There’s so much junk in there though that I couldn’t get all of it.
Are there silver linings? At least the flooding was on the complete opposite side of the house than where me and my bf live. But I shudder to think how much water is still under the carpet in and around relative’s room (next door to jacuzzi room). And thank god the water didn’t get to the part of the garage where my chicks’ brooding cages are. I don’t want molding bedding or them touching any possible chemicals from the pool water. Plus their food is in a plastic bin so it should be safe.
You may ask, why not move out? I’d love to. But right now we don’t have to pay rent (just help with food, utlilities, etc.) and even though I graduate this month I still need to find an actually decent paying job so we can both afford to move out together with our incomes. There’s a chance bf could get the house in his name if said relative moves (or passes away...) and I considered trying to help clean it up and everything. But at this point there’s so many little things wrong with it it’s pointless imo.
I’ve grown up with hoarders and packrats my whole life and this is more of the same. Is it too much to ask one day that I have a nice, clean, organized house of my own? It feels impossible.
A bit of background, there is a jacuzzi room on one side of the house. This evening sometime she must have been filling it up and it overflowed. She shut the water off when she noticed. All well and good right? Well, did she then alert us to what happened so we could help dry stuff off? No. Did she even try to herself? Nope. She stayed in her room watching tv. We would never have even known if I hadn’t been going to the garage to give my chicks dinner and felt the carpet squish beneath my feet.
The water was left to practically flood that side of the house for hours. Like, what the fuck. It could have been all night. I just finished spending an hour or more with a shop vac trying to suction as much water as I could from the garage. There’s so much junk in there though that I couldn’t get all of it.
Are there silver linings? At least the flooding was on the complete opposite side of the house than where me and my bf live. But I shudder to think how much water is still under the carpet in and around relative’s room (next door to jacuzzi room). And thank god the water didn’t get to the part of the garage where my chicks’ brooding cages are. I don’t want molding bedding or them touching any possible chemicals from the pool water. Plus their food is in a plastic bin so it should be safe.
You may ask, why not move out? I’d love to. But right now we don’t have to pay rent (just help with food, utlilities, etc.) and even though I graduate this month I still need to find an actually decent paying job so we can both afford to move out together with our incomes. There’s a chance bf could get the house in his name if said relative moves (or passes away...) and I considered trying to help clean it up and everything. But at this point there’s so many little things wrong with it it’s pointless imo.
I’ve grown up with hoarders and packrats my whole life and this is more of the same. Is it too much to ask one day that I have a nice, clean, organized house of my own? It feels impossible.