Right, so I’m ready to live a quiet life free of drama.
Can that please happen? I just want to live in the middle of nowhere without anything ridiculous happening to me. The cabin was not supposed to turn out this way.
When we signed the lease the landlords met us at the cabin and walked us through it, explaining that everything had been updated after a fire. New cabinets, new flooring, and so on. It was rustic in that it’s a cabin out in the middle of nowhere, but it had normal amenities like any other home. So they said. It appeared to have those things, at least. HVAC, flushing toilet, normal electricity…you just assume when you sign a lease that they aren’t lying.
After we moved in everything seemed fine. Right away we noticed the carpet in the bedroom on the main floor smelled horrible. It was purple shag carpet, which they said was new after the fire. (Why they would choose purple shag carpet I don’t know. Maybe that should have been a warning sign.)
They said they would have the carpet cleaned, and a leak in the water line to the bathtub would be fixed too. Ok, great.
Then we noticed that the bedroom had a very, very strong mildew smell. Gross.
After a few weeks water started to pool outside of the kitchen door. What was that? We asked the landlords and they acted as if they had no idea what it could be. Finally we figured out that all of the water from the sinks, tub, shower, and washing machine was dumping under the cabin and then going through a plastic black gutter pipe to the side of the house out there.
This is called gray water, and it’s normal and legal in the country…except not quite like that. It’s supposed to go off down a hill where you never see it. It is not supposed to pool under your house then make its way down a drainage pipe to a few feet outside of your door. That would be a gray water fail.
We kept having to dig the gray water out because it would clog up with muck and mud. Finally I put my chickens and ducks over the gray water and they enjoyed splashing in it and kept it dug open by scratching. That would be a redneck win right there! But I was tired of digging in it.
The gray water caused all kinds of issues, like water backing up when it rained and the puddle outside got full. Horrible mosquitoes, before I put the ducks over the puddle to eat their larvae. Once during a windstorm the wind hit the puddle just right and exploded nasty water back up the drains and all over the bathroom.
I could list little things we started noticing forever. Let’s not forget how the refrigerator leaked like crazy, and then finally broke and the whole incident of trying to get them to replace it. And the rats, holy schnikes the rats.
None of this was apparent when we signed the lease. The lied, mislead us.
I just…have no words.
The landlord is a pastor. Of a whole Christian church. He also advertises himself as a “life coach” whatever that is.
My mouth is literally flapping open at the way they have acted. Due to their negligence they have actually made our family homeless. If we didn’t have family to stay with, we would have no home at all. We don’t have enough money for a downpayment and a first month’s rent to go somewhere else right this second. What are we supposed to do?
Luckily my family is awesome. We’re staying with my parents, and we’re going to live in a house my grandma owns. But it’s certainly not ideal. It’s not easy to up and move in with my parents. We have to drive an hour one day (twice a day) to let the dogs in and out at the cabin, feed the cats, and take care of the chickens. That takes up a lot of time. Four hours driving per day, tons of gas. We can’t afford to board the dogs, and we can’t bring all of the animals to my parents’ house. There’s no room, it’s already stressful enough trying to cram my entire family in here.
Henry, Tyler, and I are sleeping in a full sized bed and Ada keeps trying to squeeze in there too. Ada wakes up screaming multiple times a night, which in turn wakes up my parents. They aren’t used to that. Ada just doesn’t sleep well, she never has. Being in a new place has only made it worse. Her tantrums are long and intense, which is worse because we currently have no routine, none of our things. Total life disruption. I feel horrible making my parents listen to her scream and throw fits. At our own house I can ignore her completely, but it’s harder here since we aren’t alone.
Living with my dad is not good. He and I do not get along. He’s very anxious about every little thing, and he repeats himself over and over. He stomps around making comments in a shrill anxious voice. He’s paranoid about things being clean and germ free, and I have three little kids. It’s just tough all around. Plus we are just totally invading my parents’ house!
My poor kids. Rosie is upset at losing all the chickens and so am I. I can barely stand to think about it. My friend is keeping them, but they won’t be ours to care for daily. We have to pack up all of our things, even the furniture and toys, to live in my grandma’s already furnished house for a couple years. Rosie is crying because we won’t be able to ride horses with our neighbors, or play with the goats, or spend all day hiking outside. The cabin sucked, but the land was amazing.
The whole transition is awful.
In the mean time my landlady posts this:
It popped up in my newsfeed and I about died.
They think they can sell the cabin for a profit!? By lying! I saw that they were lying on the listing saying that it has updated plumbing, carpet, and electric. She is asking the church her husband pastors to pray for them to make a profit? By lying.
Oh hell no!
That’s EXACTLY what they told us when we signed the lease.
(How about these fine Christians ask for prayers for the family they have displaced and caused to go into debt? For the children who now have no home and are completely disrupted? For all the stress they are causing us?)
I sent my landlady a message telling her that it was absolutely not ok for them to deceive anyone else, she has to know she is misleading people. She had her realtor contact me to say some crap about “thanks for your concern for the next people to buy or rent the cabin but…”
I called the health department. They asked me a long list of questions, then said they would add it to their list of places to inspect and get to it at the end of the week. About 45 minutes later they called me back to say that they had reviewed the real estate listing and they were alarmed, so they were going to inspect it right that second.
I haven’t been able to find out the results of the inspection yet. By that evening the real estate listing for the cabin was changed. It now says, “A nice piece of land with a bonus cabin!”
Bahahahaha. Yeah, bonus as in a load of firewood. The health department had to have contacted them, otherwise why would they change the listing?
But they have it listed for $109,700. The land is worth $35,000 tops. I don’t think the cabin is worth much other than materials. Why do they think they can sell it for so much? They are delusional!
They messed with the wrong person. I will be 100% sure they cannot lie anymore, pastor or not. I’m working on setting up a time with code enforcement to inspect the inside of the cabin in the next few days.
Several lawyer friends are telling me I can sue them for damages, get back rent, moving costs, all that. Listen, I want my deposit back and then I never want to see their lying faces ever again lest I gouge their eyes out with my fingernails. I want to move on with my life as soon as possible. No more drama for this mama. I am not a fan.
Supposedly they don’t have any money. Landlady kept telling me they just could not afford to make a single repair. Even $30 would be too much from their budget. Well screw that, how come she is posting about buying Duck Dynasty tickets on her Facebook page? They hope to make enough profit to buy a new van. barf
I just hope to not be homeless. Thanks a ton.
Henry is crying his fake cough because he wants to nurse again. I’m just going to hit publish…