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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 430769" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Nope, nope and NOPE. </p><p> </p><p>See for years I had the king of aversion living under my roof. In 13 years of marriage we had over 40 room mates. Yup, he took in 'boarders' to pay for his portion of the rent (yes I said his portion), utilities, food. So imagine my surprise when he took in this smelly, Sasquatch of a man that was a friend of a friend of a friend after Dude was born. I think the baby was maybe 3 months old. </p><p> </p><p>This 'man' would get up at 5:00 AM, fry breakfast, make his lunch, and leave me the mess. He lived there 2 months and NEVER -never did a load of laundry. I'm telling you the stench from his room was unbearable. I complained to my x, but since ole Satch was paying x wasn't listening. Well it all came to a head one night and I finally had an adult to hairy beast talk with the man and said my part that I was NOT taking care of his mess any more. I was not going to smell the smell coming out of the room, and that I was tired of tucking a towel at his door so I could breath in my own house - He WAS going to do laundry - and NOW, he was going to stop leaving me his mess, and I meant it. The guy was playing Nintendo, but agreed. </p><p> </p><p>So he stopped, gathered his clothes, and went to the laundromat. I thought - okay battle a. complete. The next morning? Different story. He gets up, fries his eggs and bologna, makes his lunch and I hear the horn blow and I hear him leave out the door. I thought OH NO, OH Naught ah. I got up, I ran down the hall I said "GET BACK IN HERE NOW and clean up this mess." He said "I'll get it later." and that was it. "I went back in the house, I kicked open the front door, and as the truck was leaving out of the drive I threw the frying pan, the breakfast dishes, pots, pans, coffee pot, cup, mug, silverware, baggies, bread, bologna, mustard - you name it? It went flying and then I stood there about as angry as I think a woman could possibly look, and I slammed the door." </p><p> </p><p>About that time here rolls the King of the idiots up from a 'night out' and all stoned and happy - gets out of a vehicle, and inspects the mess, and words were exchanged, and by the time he got inside? I was shoving the mans **** into garbage bags and dragging it out on the porch. I already had explained my position, I wasn't stuttering and I meant it when I said "I'm not explaining myself again." If he listened to Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt more than he did ME? Too Bad. </p><p> </p><p>That night when he got home? He already had a place to live - and I couldnt' have cared less. It took 3 weeks for the stink to get out of that room with the windows wide open. It was so bad I had to tear the carpet out. I had NO idea body odor could be that bad, but I promise you when I tell people clean up your mess or I'll clean it up for you and when I clean it up - you won't have to worry about it or living here - I mean it. </p><p> </p><p>And no - I wasn't going to buy paper plates or anything else- HIS plate was in the dirt. If he wanted it? He could go out and rinse it off and use THAT one. Sometimes - you just have to throw your cares and concerns out the front door and let people figure it out for themselves. Three months of asking someone to wash up after themselves after the house rules were explained and post partum depression was enough for me.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 430769, member: 4964"] Nope, nope and NOPE. See for years I had the king of aversion living under my roof. In 13 years of marriage we had over 40 room mates. Yup, he took in 'boarders' to pay for his portion of the rent (yes I said his portion), utilities, food. So imagine my surprise when he took in this smelly, Sasquatch of a man that was a friend of a friend of a friend after Dude was born. I think the baby was maybe 3 months old. This 'man' would get up at 5:00 AM, fry breakfast, make his lunch, and leave me the mess. He lived there 2 months and NEVER -never did a load of laundry. I'm telling you the stench from his room was unbearable. I complained to my x, but since ole Satch was paying x wasn't listening. Well it all came to a head one night and I finally had an adult to hairy beast talk with the man and said my part that I was NOT taking care of his mess any more. I was not going to smell the smell coming out of the room, and that I was tired of tucking a towel at his door so I could breath in my own house - He WAS going to do laundry - and NOW, he was going to stop leaving me his mess, and I meant it. The guy was playing Nintendo, but agreed. So he stopped, gathered his clothes, and went to the laundromat. I thought - okay battle a. complete. The next morning? Different story. He gets up, fries his eggs and bologna, makes his lunch and I hear the horn blow and I hear him leave out the door. I thought OH NO, OH Naught ah. I got up, I ran down the hall I said "GET BACK IN HERE NOW and clean up this mess." He said "I'll get it later." and that was it. "I went back in the house, I kicked open the front door, and as the truck was leaving out of the drive I threw the frying pan, the breakfast dishes, pots, pans, coffee pot, cup, mug, silverware, baggies, bread, bologna, mustard - you name it? It went flying and then I stood there about as angry as I think a woman could possibly look, and I slammed the door." About that time here rolls the King of the idiots up from a 'night out' and all stoned and happy - gets out of a vehicle, and inspects the mess, and words were exchanged, and by the time he got inside? I was shoving the mans **** into garbage bags and dragging it out on the porch. I already had explained my position, I wasn't stuttering and I meant it when I said "I'm not explaining myself again." If he listened to Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt more than he did ME? Too Bad. That night when he got home? He already had a place to live - and I couldnt' have cared less. It took 3 weeks for the stink to get out of that room with the windows wide open. It was so bad I had to tear the carpet out. I had NO idea body odor could be that bad, but I promise you when I tell people clean up your mess or I'll clean it up for you and when I clean it up - you won't have to worry about it or living here - I mean it. And no - I wasn't going to buy paper plates or anything else- HIS plate was in the dirt. If he wanted it? He could go out and rinse it off and use THAT one. Sometimes - you just have to throw your cares and concerns out the front door and let people figure it out for themselves. Three months of asking someone to wash up after themselves after the house rules were explained and post partum depression was enough for me. [/QUOTE]
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