Your title made me laugh and I know exactly what you mean. Some folks really live in filthy homes
I’ve posted about one before that we went to see.
Seven figure house.
Looked fab on line.
Pulled up and a really attractive well groomed woman was there, she owned it.
As we went in we could see the filth.
She looked at the agent and said “ working house “ shrugged and walked out. She sat outside when we viewed.
He said he’d told her previously and repeatedly about getting it cleaned.
There was literally rubbish strewn on the floor throughout. Sweet wrappers, bits of screwed up paper, crisp packets. Just rubbish. Actual rubbish. On the actual floor. Like strewn all over the living room carpet.
Dishes piled up on every kitchen work surface.
The grease in the kitchen and smell was outrageous. Cooker fridge etc all pure filthy.
The cat litter trays hadn’t been cleaned for ages I think. I don’t own cats but the smell of cat piss made my eyes water in both the living room and bedroom. You couldn’t breathe. I don’t know how she slept in there.
The bathrooms and toilets were shit stained scummy messes.
The towels were filthy, visible dirt and in piles just tossed on the floors.
The bed sheets were visibly grimy, like you could see the actual dirt on the linen on the unmade beds.
Honestly for one of the first times in my life I couldn’t see past it. I was absolutely shocked. So was my husband. It was pure filth. Every single room. Was totally minging.
And she was one ofthe cleanest, perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect make up, really attractive women, you’d ever lay eyes on.
I don’t know if there was a mental health issue. And she did sort of look at me in embarrassment and look away as I walked out. So she knew. We both smiled and said thanks politely . But she must have seen the discomfort in our eyes in terms of seeing how she was living