I am a small landlord (as in just a couple of houses rather than small in stature!) and I just need a corner of the Internet to exhale and vomit secretly into a paper bag. It's my fault.. I haven't visited in a few months following a late loss and also being very trusting.
I know nobody likes landlords. However I pay all proper taxes and I try to be a nice landlord.
Example, my tenant asked if he could redecorate to his tastes and I said yes and actually paid him to do the work and paid for the paint. I also lent him money to help him move out, which I got back.
Anyway two years later and he's moved out in a hurry for personal reasons. I've just gone in the start the clean up for the end of tenancy.
The place looks really scruffy but nothing major or to be annoyed about. Except.
Several months' worth of mixed trash has been dumped in the garden in rotting bags so that every single one exploded dirty food, glass, cat litter and nappies all over my feet. Why couldn't he put it in the weekly bin collection??
And then I went upstairs. Most of the house is emptied, but one room was not. It turns out he was subletting the room to a friend.
And this friend has stocked up his tiny room with... a hundred 1.5 / 2 litre bottles of urine in various shades of gold to black.
Why? Why? Why?
I've managed to empty approximately eighty of them and feel thoroughly sick. I can't reach the others for now. They're stacked behind the bed.
Anyone got experience of this in friends or family, or in a professional context? I cannot get my head around it, it's horrible. The main tenant had very small children. How could he live with a guy like this? Then again, perhaps it's part of why he left 🤷♀️