When I got divorced in 2008 I moved back to my home town and bought an old house for cheap. It was in an older crime ridden neighborhood but had 6 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and I bought it with a view to subdividing it and renting a few suites. Plans got away from me and I didn’t finally move out and rent it out until last year.
In the interim it became a little like the “Paper Street” house from Fight Club, without the anarchy and domestic terrorism. I would let out rooms at $300 a pop, including all utilities, wi-fi , cable etc… to men who had recently divorced or left the GF’s and needed a safe place to land and collect themselves while they rebuilt their lives and finances. It was good for everyone: these men didn’t have a lot of money and their rent helped me financially.
I always told them when they moved in they could stay as long as they wanted but I hoped they would move out at some point because it meant their lives were getting better.
I had one guy who became one of my best friends and stayed there for the last 6 years. Last year he lent me a good sum of money to fix the roof. It was very kind of him and since he was enjoying living there and planning on staying, we agreed that in a year (2017) I would repay him by adding him on title, so he had equity in the house he was living in.
But that deal fell apart because of….. you guessed it a bitch. He informed me 3 months ago he wouldn’t be staying on as he was going to buy a house with his girlfriend and he wanted to be repaid immediately.
I had a few stressful months figuring out how to repay him. The house appraised for less than I thought and two of the other tenants moved out, leaving me short. But because I am a banker and good with finances I got it all sorted out.
Meanwhile… he and his girlfriend have been looking for houses for 3 months and despite the fact they have enough to buy a decent house they haven’t found one yet because she is an entitled princess. A realtor friend called me and said she is driving him nuts, asking to see a dozen houses a day, finding faults with every one and then blaming the realtor. The realtor I talked to, who I know from the industry, said he is the 3rd realtor she has hired but she still can’t find a house.
Now, because I have the whole house rented to a new tenant for Sept 1st, my friend is homeless and moving in with his GF’s parents, he is 35 and she is 28 and a typical millennial.
IN conclusion two points: 1.) I as a man put a roof over a brother’s head for 6 years and it takes a bitch but a year to make the man homeless. I had to see his GF a lot over the last few months because I was back and forth at the rental dealing with s~~~ and they were living there. She was a major bitch to me and I finally overheard an argument they had where she was blaming me for their situation because he lent me the money and she says that delayed their house purchase. Which is total bulls~~~ projecting. It’s not my fault princess can’t find her castle. They have no sense of loyalty or past. The fact that I took care of her boyfriend for 6 years and did a lot of s~~~ for him means nothing. All that matters is I was a few weeks late paying him back. Funny how as soon as she finds out he is coming into a bit of money its time to go house shopping.
2.) This mini financial crisis was very stressful for me. I suffer from a lot of anxiety, generally, and this financial problem caused me sleepless nights….. BUT… every day I woke up grateful I didn’t have some bitch attached to me while I dealt with this financial problem. Like I need someone nagging me about money, second guessing me and criticizing my every move without offering help. It’s not like a woman is going to pick up a hammer or fix the sink or patch the drywall or have any helpful suggestions about reorganizing my finances to pay my buddy back. This financial crisis really taught me what dead weight they are.
Zarathustra 2 years, 5 months ago.
