Well, not for me. I'm going to be fine. But I am evicting my niece and her hubby. Lemme explain
A little over a year ago I let my niece and her daughter move in. The deal at the time was I would charge her $500 per month rent and she gets two rooms and access to the kitchen and living room and all that. She basically as 1000 square feet. I didn't want to, but it was necessary, I wouldn't be able to make the house payments on my own at my wages. But I caught a big break and refinanced and got a lot of help and can manage it now.
But I let her stay. For her sake and her daughter's sake to help them get on their feet and set out on their own I let them stay rent free. I didn't charge water or electricity or even cable and internet. I caught a lucky break and wanted to share the good fortune.
Since then my water and electric bill had ballooned out of control. To get by I kept having to dip into my Denver Comic Con Fun Fund to get by. Just a little here and a little there. But it added up and being an idiot I didn't monitor it well enough and I showed up at comic con and saw my cash was very thin. No problem. I'll hit the ATM when i get there. Even if there wasn't much in the bank it would be okay, but I had NOTHING in the bank. So the money I have in my wallet was all I have to last me until next Thursday. So I did the math in my head going backwards and realized how much money I spent keeping them comfortable. It turned out to be a lot more than I felt, a little here and a little there and it adds up quickly. Plus the depression I put myself in dealing with them I buy little dumb things for little nibbles of anything nice to lift my spirits and again... it adds up. Plus there are a lot of things at play but when it comes to my niece and her family in the last 15 months I have lost around $4500 just shouldering what I have for them. So today I followed my friends around as they bought cool shit, mystery boxes, got autographs from Jason Momoa and Ron Pearlman and I walked out with a $9 bottle of Dr. Pepper. Yes, a luke warm bottle of Dr, Pepper there was $9.
And they don't give a shit. They have trashed my house. The ceramic tiles at the foot of the stairs are bad. I had 1 broken and 1 cracked tile and I haven't replaced them because this house was made in 1966, I can't find a perfect match. So for the last 10 years I have just been careful in hopes I find one, otherwise the one broken one could have been grouted back in and look somewhat presentable. Now so many are broken the whole floor has to come out. My vertical blinds for my sliding back door are all destroyed, panels are missing and some panels are turned in and others turned out and the rod to turn them is missing... a cabinet door is broken... and their child has drawn all over the walls in the hallway. The reason I haven't known is because I keep downstairs (It's so much cooler down here in summer) and the tension in recent months I just avoid them.
So I got together with dad and we are evicting them. They know about it and they're going Monday to look at places. They will move out as soon as they can get in. So I am not a happy camper right now. All I wanted to come out with is some man cave art and maybe a Ron Pearlman autograph, Pom Klementieff (Mantis from Guardians of the Galaxy) Ross Marquand (Walking Dead) and Sean Gunn (Kraglin from Guardians of the Galaxy) and maybe a couple others. That would have been an EPIC HAUL!
Instead I had a warm $9 bottle of Dr. Pepper... and I think it was stale.