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Back in June, after learning that my tenants were going away, my husband and I decided to move back into my house (which is bigger and yet more energy efficient than his house was, and in a better location for our jobs). We had to make some major renovations before we moved back in. All well and good; we spent August and September re-working the house.
At about the same time (July, just after I had surgery on my knee), the woman I used to call my best friend got in a tiff with her mother (with whom she had lived for the past several years due to her career field evaporating and being stuck in McJobs since) over a boyfriend (now vanished, and honestly, good riddance... what an asshole) and got thrown out of her mother's house.
Faced with homelessness, I gave my friend the option of staying at the house we were renovating, with the conditions that 1) we were going to be renovating, so she'd have to be willing to live around paint cans, etc, 2) she needed to find her own place by the time we were ready to move in (at the end of September) and 3) we did not (repeat: did not) want a roommate after we moved back into my house - it is a 3 bedroom house, but both of us require home offices for our work and the rest of the house, save our bedroom, is "open plan" - the previous owner removed walls and put in arches to make all of the little old rooms into a great-room type space. (So even the "den" space where my physical therapy equipment is would not work as a bedroom without more renovating, which I'm not willing to do).
We moved in at the end of September, and she knew then that we were not at all pleased that she had not managed to find an apartment/roommate situation We made it clear then that she had a month to get her act in gear. (End of October). And here's my personal bitch about this: she knew she had two months' grace before we moved; she didn't use it wisely. When she could have been looking for a job or applying for housing assistance... she was knitting. Or shopping. Or playing Klingons with the boyfriend. Am I being unreasonably focused on self-reliance here, or am I being played? (She has applied for housing assistance, but the waiting lists are long, and rents are coming down.)
Rather than list the millions of reasons she's difficult to live with - if you want gory details, I will provide, I guess - let's just take it as given that she's not someone I would choose to share my house with. There are dietary and psychological issues, there's the fact that she doesn't pay rent or help out around the house, she's become increasingly unpleasant to be around... But the big issue is that she agreed to the deal - 2 months grace in which to find a permanent situation in exchange for being physically present in a house with a lot of expensive tools and stuff overnight. And now she's failed her end of the deal and won't get out.
I'll admit I made a mistake with her: three days before Move day, when I asked what her plans were and reminded her that her time was up, she broke into (possibly manipulative) tears and I gave her 30 days. That deadline was 6 weeks ago. When I reminded her of the deadline, she's been either very, very quiet or has engineered disasters that make it obvious that moving is going to be hard for her.
This has utterly ruined our friendship. I don't want to be around her, I don't care about her, I just want her out of my house. I don't think I've voluntarily spoken to her in weeks. I know for a fact there are a bajillion studios and apartments she could afford on what she makes. For that matter, if she doesn't want to spend more than a third of her income on rent, she could find a roommate; Craig's list and the Westword listings are full of requests for roomies.
And there's one other sticking point here that I just don't get: She doesn't drive and relies on public transit. The best, most accessible PT is in the urban core in Denver or the urban core in Boulder. The former has a significant portion of the region's affordable housing. But she says she's not comfortable living there, amongst "those type of people". Now, I've lived in that area, and I'd still be living there if I hadn't married a guy who (and this is his only real fault) believes that neighbors should be at least a quarter mile away, at closest. (My house isn't that secluded, but he's realized that seclusion and public transit are mutually incompatible, and he doesn't like to drive.) The Central Denver area's a dream compared to some of the urban cores I've lived in - compared to Pittsburgh, downtown Phoenix, and LA, it's safe, clean, quiet (and overwhelmingly white). I never had a problem in central Denver - closest I came was getting hit on a couple times. Admittedly, I'm about 10000 times more confident than she. (She's not very confident, so yes, I do think she's a crime waiting to happen, but I think that her lack of confidence has more to do with the fact that she's not willing to take control of her life and the choices she's made (or refused to make), and that she's willing to live her life as a victim of sexual, social and physical abuse instead of as a survivor. No woman goes through life unscarred by the way we're treated, but the difference is how we react to that treatment.)
So... How do I tell her to get out? I'm so annoyed with her I don't even want to talk to her to tell her to get out; I just want to go pack up her crap and leave it on the front lawn. I know the friendship is ruined, and there's a part of me that really wants to make her aware that she broke it by abusing our trust, generosity and assistance. I really would like her to know that the same behaviors that lead to her mother telling her to leave are the ones that are forcing me to do the same. I'd like to tell her that she creates these situations for herself and puts herself in these places, but I don't think she's going to hear it.
I need help. I don't know how to deal with this. I know if the positions were reversed, I would have moved heaven and hell to make sure that my friend's trust wasn't abused - and did, when as a grad student, I was in a pretty much identical situation of being barely able to support myself. For that matter, I've been homeless because I refused to abuse my friends' generosity. Each time, I got myself out - and sometimes it required living in a rat-hole of a basement apartment, or stowing my crap in a storage locker and sleeping in a $10 a night hostel dorm. The other thing that confuses me is that she's a qualified phlebotomist - there seems to be a high demand for such people, but she can't find a job? (She is only recently qualified, admittedly and has little experience.) Is that normal? Since I've always been able to find at job that paid at least COLA wages, even as an undergrad, I'm utterly at sea as to why she's not able to do better. The economy isn't great, but she's got skills and certifications that should bring her above that minimum.
What do I do next?
(Posted here because the Lounge is just too public.)
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