When my daughter Abby asked if she and her four friends could rent my late mother’s house, I happily agreed. At first, things seemed fine—Abby and two roommates stocked up on essentials like toilet paper, detergent, dishes, and even bought a dining table. I chipped in with cookware, a couch, and food containers.
But the other two girls? They moved in with nothing—except their boyfriends. Soon, chaos followed. Abby called me nearly in tears: the boyfriends were yanking her clothes from the washer mid-cycle to do their own laundry, eating her food, leaving dirty dishes everywhere, and hogging all the hot water. To make matters worse, those same roommates stopped contributing to the shared supply fund and refused to help with chores.
Hearing how they treated my daughter’s belongings—and her kindness—like trash lit a fire in me. I knew I couldn’t just sit by and watch her be disrespected in her own home. It was time to step in and set the record straight, before things spiraled further out of control.
