Sandra learns firsthand how unhappy Abby is in her current living situation when her daughter Abigail calls. In order to rescue the day for her kid and her friends, she makes the decision to go into mom mode.
That day, when my daughter Abigail called, is one I will never forget. The voice of the poor girl was shaking with annoyance.
It’s a nightmare, Mom. It’s all just a nightmare,” she cried out.
“What’s going on?” I inquired, yielding abruptly to my maternal instincts. “Tell me everything, and speak slowly, honey.”
She exclaimed, “My roommates!” “Their boyfriends are quite absurd. Would you like to know what they did the day before? Their men ripped out all of my clothes, stopped my laundry, and left the damp mess on the floor before starting their own load.”
“What?” I yelled, feeling enraged.
She added, “Of course, there’s more.” “They leave dirty dishes all over the place and consume our food. And you are aware of the recent extremes of cold? Guess who’s been taking chilly showers, then? The hot water is always consumed by them. Finally, they ceased making contributions to the joint snack fund.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I attempted to calm her down. “I’m so sorry, but we’ll figure this out.”
With a heavy breath, my daughter spoke her farewell.
I recognized that in this case, we had to use common sense. Ella and Danielle, Abby’s roommates, had a lot of ways to screw up her life.
But it was easier to get through the awful circumstance when I saw that two of the females had the same feelings about the guys.
“Please, Mrs. Landon,” Ella murmured. “Just help us deal with this because we can’t live anymore.”
Three of the five roommates agreed, so I knew we simply had to deal with Tess and Rachel, the two girls who had introduced these boys to my daughter.
Abby and her pals would probably have to cope with additional turmoil and a toxic environment if they confronted these girls. However, we had to give it a shot. I was aware that there was nothing else to do.
Fortunately, the university year was drawing to a conclusion, and so was the lease on Abby’s shared house. Tess and Rachel made the decision to go camping with their partners as a way to celebrate the conclusion.
“This is it, Mom,” stated Abby. We have the freedom to take any necessary action at this time. They are scheduled to return on Sunday evening, having left on Friday.”
Abby, Danielle, Ella, and I went to work while they were gone.
I answered, “Right, girls,” when I first saw them earlier in the week at a diner. “Your roommates and their partners are going to learn a valuable lesson from us. I’m going to stop it because you cannot expect to survive in such conditions.”
Ella said, “Thank you, Mrs. Landon.” “My parents basically advised me to manage things as best I could when I spoke to them about the circumstance. That was just useless.
“And my parents told me to say absolutely nothing!” Danielle added her voice. “They said that it would get better in time.”
I answered, “No, I’m here now and I’m listening to all three of you,” as our milkshakes came. “This will be corrected by us. I swear to you.”
We moved out all of the couples’ belongings while they were away. Everything from the dishes, cookware, cookware, plastic containers, baking utensils, and more to the furniture in their living room.
“Sorry, Tess owns the shower curtain,” Abby stated while taking it off. “So that has to go, too.”
Danielle added, “And the newest looking dustpan and broom.” “They’re still new because Tess barely used them.”
I gave them a “good,” nodding in agreement. “Whatever needs to go, throw it into boxes.”
“Mom, they both haven’t contributed to any shared household supplies in months,” Abby replied. “You know, all the detergents and loo paper and whatever.”
We therefore concluded that Tess and Rachel had no right to the goods because they hadn’t contributed.
“I have a cupboard in the garage that locks,” I replied. It functions nicely in a scullery or bathroom. I’ll bring it over, and shall we make use of it, shall we?”
I returned home, got into my husband’s car, and took the van so I could get the cupboard back for the girls.
We also packed away all of the laundry detergent, dishwashing soap, paper towels, and toilet paper.
Saying, “When you need these things,” I put the washing powder away. “You can unlock it and use it on your time.”
Abby informed me that the couples were astonished when they came back.
“You ought to have seen their faces,” she gushed with delight.
It seems out they were going crazy when they realized everything was gone. To add to the misery, Rachel, Tess, and their partners had contracted food poisoning on their trip, which could have been better or worse for us.
Abby laughed aloud and continued, “I’m going to forward all their text messages to you, Mom.”
My phone began to vibrate a few moments later with critical texts.
How could you subject us to that? When we return after a trip feeling ill and worn out, we discover that everything has disappeared.
Where are the things we own?
You threw your stuff in the backyard? How were you able to?
Additionally, you guys stole every household item that was shared! The paper used on the toilet? We are suffering from food poisoning!
My daughter forwarded these notes to me, and I giggled to myself.
Their messages were replete with obvious signs of perplexity and rage. And they wanted to know the reason they had not received a warning.
My daughter quietly responded, having gained control of the issue and appearing composed now:
It was camping that you did. Most likely, the signal to receive our messages wasn’t strong enough for you. I apologize; I’m not sorry.
Tess and Rachel appeared to grasp the seriousness of the issue in the days that followed. They didn’t really have anything in the house without Abigail, Ella, and Danielle.
Each and every thing they had helped themselves to was necessary for their everyday lives.
The freeloaders were forced to pack up their little possessions and go even sooner than expected at some point.
Abby told me, “Mom, you’d never believe it,” when we got together for coffee.
“What, darling?” I enquired.
She looked over the menu and exclaimed, “The girls moved in with their boyfriends!”
“No way!” I cried out, wondering how the four of them would manage on their own.
Indeed! The next day, Dani ran into Tess at the grocery store and noticed the four of them trying to shop. Rachel and Tess appeared worn out and quite agitated, according to her.
I muttered, “Serves them right,” and I poured a tablespoon of sugar into my coffee. “They had to taste the drug that they were taking. Most likely, the youngsters are causing trouble in their own house. And those girls are beginning to see the situation for what it truly is.”
“I just wanted them out of our lives, Mom,” Abby replied. “It was about time.”
“And what about renewing the lease?” I enquired. There were still two semesters left for Abby to graduate.
She bit into her cake slice and said, “We’re going to do it.” “Dani’s twin cousins are taking the other two rooms, and I’ve met them, so I know that we’ll all be a good fit!”
Our strategy was a complete success, giving Rachel and Tess a hard lesson in cooperation and respect. Setting them straight was a beautiful moment of retaliation.
Most significantly, though, was that the girls would be able to reclaim their house and enjoy it in peace without having to put up with rude and entitled roommates who had made their lives miserable.
How would you have responded in that situation?