Chip Chick
“Due to his situation, we have become like pseudo-parents to him,” he said. “Teaching him how to use a lawnmower, teaching him how to cook for himself, teaching him how to fix his car, and helping him with his résumé, to name a few.”
“He is using this period to find himself and is constantly asking for our life advice. We enjoy helping him out! About three months in, I notice ants near his door and, in the process of terminating the ants, I notice his room is incredibly dirty; food and garbage everywhere.”
“I reminded him of a clause in the lease where wastage is forbidden, and after threats of eviction were brought up, I helped him clean his room (with me doing the vast majority of the work).”
Fred ended up leaving the door to his room open two days back, and he could smell the food in his room going bad from the other end of their enormous home.
When he finally figured out that the smell was coming from Fred’s room, he walked inside and was horrified by what he found.
Pizza and donut boxes coated Frank’s bed and couch. There were soda bottles and plastic bags littering the floor. He was disgusted to determine that half of the takeout boxes in Fred’s room contained food that was weeks old.
“Now, here’s the rub: I am legally his landlord, but I am playing the role of an uncle or adopted father or something,” he continued.
“If I evict, he is homeless as he can’t afford anything here. This appears to be a mental health issue; he doesn’t apply himself to get a better job, works one day a week, no girlfriend/boyfriend, and lives in squalor…”
“I want him to be happy and healthy, but I also don’t my house to be in jeopardy of a pest infestation, horrific smells, and other damage.”
What advice do you have for him?
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