12/26/2024
MY LANDLORD KICKED US OUT FOR A WEEK SO HIS BROTHER COULD STAY IN THE HOUSE WE RENT
I'm a single mom of three amazing daughters: Lily (10), Emma (7), and Sophie (5). We rent a small but cozy house. It's not perfect, but it's home, and my girls love it here.
Last week, I got a call from our landlord, Mr. Peterson.
Landlord: "You need to move out for a week. My brother's visiting, and he needs the house. I don't care where you go. Not my problem."
Me: "But this is our home! We have a lease—"
Landlord: "Don't start with that lease nonsense. I could've kicked you out last time you were late on rent. Be gone by Friday, or maybe you won't come back at all."
I couldn't believe it. He didn't care that I had nowhere to go, no family nearby, and no money for a hotel. He knew I couldn't risk losing the house, so I packed up. We ended up in a cheap hostel across town. It was noisy and cramped, and my daughters hated it. Sophie cried herself to sleep every night because we'd left her stuffed bunny, Mr. Floppy, at home.
By day four, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to go back and grab her bunny. When I knocked on the door, I wasn't sure what to expect. The door opened, and I gasped. My landlord lied. ⬇️
