I inherited a small two-room apartment from my parents. At that time, I already had a wife and a child, so my sister agreed to give it to me. Moreover, she was satisfied with living in a rented apartment with her friends.
Now the market is very unstable. This apartment is located in a distant area, the condition is not very good. And even if we share it with my sister, it will still not be enough. Unless we each buy a room and that’s it. And then to make repairs, buy new furniture – it is very long. And then my sister pleased me with the news that she is going to get married soon. I know that she does not earn much, and it is difficult to find a normal inexpensive apartment. I consulted with my wife that my sister could live in the second room with her fiancé, there would be enough space for everyone. So a few days later I helped my sister to move her things.
Not that I was close with Martin or friends with him, but he was a great guy. Mia would not have chosen some slacker or slob for a husband. However, after a month of living together, I realized that I was very wrong. It’s just that the girl hid some facts about the housing from him. She did not want to go into details. Martin thought that my wife and I would live here for a few months and then move away. He did not know that half of the apartment was registered in my name.
It all started with an ordinary closet. Martin and my sister and I were doing a little rearrangement in their room. I specifically took a day off from work, because the guy, to put it mildly, has crooked hands. He did not know how to fold the doors correctly, could not even hold the hammer correctly. Well, such a “wonderful” master he is. And what can you take from him? He can’t even wash a cup after himself. Honestly, I was not surprised when my sister told me that the guy was fired from his job. So then I decided to help. But later I regretted that I even started that conversation.
– Martin, I need an assistant for an engineer at my work. They will teach you everything there, the salary is good and the schedule is normal.
– Do not give me advice here, I can do it without you – Martin reproached.
Perhaps I offended him with such words or he just did not understand me. We went into the kitchen to have lunch.
– Put the kefir down, – the guy shouted to me, – I buy these products with my and Mia’s money, and you eat us up like that! In general, this is not your apartment!
Here I could not keep silent any longer. I decided to tell about all the secrets – that half of the apartment belongs to me, and that it was me who suggested they move in with us. And I did not stammer about the fact that I pay utilities for everyone. I do not want to look like a real miser now, who will rip off my family to the bone.
I saw Martin blush embarrassedly. And then he turned around and slammed the door loudly. We did not talk for several days. I just don’t like it when someone bosses me around in my apartment. He’s not doing anything here!
And whom do you support in this situation? How to solve such an apartment issue?
