So here's the story of how I came to live where I am living now. I used to live by myself. I had a great place, maybe a little cramped, but the heating was free and food came with the place. Then one day, all of a sudden, I got an eviction notice! The landlord, she was like, ok buddy, you gotta get your things and get out of here! I was pissed! I mean, I don't know much about landlord tenant laws- but that did not seem right. So after she kicked me out, she was like, well I guess you can live with my husband and me. She said I could stay for eighteen or so years. But I am watching them close. Because I haven't got anything in writing. And last time she only let me stay nine months or so. Well, I talked to some other babies and apparently this sort of thing happens much more than you would think. Just about everyone I talked to had been through a similar kind of thing. If this has happened to you- tell me your story. I think something should be done. It's not fair.
I'm serious. Opal
I'm sorry to hear about your living arrangements problems. :(
ReplyDeleteI had that once, too, but you know, some very nice people over here in America let me come live with them. Until I'm eighteen. Then I too have told to leave. Though the very nice people, including that very nice lady aren't so bad. ;-)
Good luck! And let me know how it goes for you.