Her brother-in-law lived rent-free, spent money on concerts, and refused to leave. Diane still tried to keep the peace until he decided her elderly parents were the strangers in her own home, pushing her to take necessary actions.
My brother-in-law lived in our apartment for two years without paying us a cent.
It was supposed to be temporary.
That was the word everyone kept using.
Jordan had just gone through a messy divorce.
He said his ex-wife had taken most of the furniture, emptied their joint savings, and left him with nowhere to go.
“He just needs time to get back on his feet,” Samuel said.
At the time, I agreed.
Jordan was family.
Our apartment had three bedrooms. Samuel and I used one. I had turned the second into a small office. The third was supposed to be a guest room, but we had not furnished it.
I cleaned the guest room and got it ready for his arrival.
I cleared space in the bathroom.
I even stocked the kitchen with the food he liked because I knew divorce could make a person feel as though their whole life had been ripped apart.
“Three months,” Jordan promised when he moved in.
He hugged me and said, “You won’t even know I’m here.”
That turned out to be the first promise he broke.
His shoes blocked the hallway. His dishes filled the sink.
His wet towels appeared on the bathroom floor like they had fallen from the ceiling.
He stayed up late watching television in the living room and complained if Samuel or I made noise before 10 in the morning.
At first, I tried to be patient.
Then three months became six.
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