Laura was resigned to the eviction from her house. The house Husband and I were kicking her out of. Said her friend thought it was a depressing place.
This friend rented a one bedroom purpose-built flat, and guess what? The flat underneath was on the market for rent. Friend wanted Laura to have same as she, not more she wanted Laura to move. Oh, and their neighbour to be? A pub.
It broke my heart to see this flat. A shared front door, a flimsy one at that. A boiler in the bedroom. A shower, no bath.
I spoke with Husband. He was adamant. She could, ‘Sling her hook.’
Laura had no money for the deposit on this miserable flat, nor a month’s rent in advance.
Husband and I paid it. He wanted her out of our modern, light, and airy three storey house that Laura was unhappy with. The house she found depressing and not prioritised the rent for. The new place was the exact same rent we had charged. She had been living cheaply on us.
Laura packed her black bin bags. She left the coat-hangers swinging in the fitted wardrobe.
I took her redundant car, due to drink driving, and parked it outside the flat. I drove her and her belongings to the new place. I helped her unpack. She had a cupboard in the living room for her clothes. I could have cried for her, but I didn’t. But the sick feeling? Jumbled and tumbled in my stomach.
Husband paid Laura a visit, to see where his daughter now lived. He chastised her for having only one working light bulb in the dark and dingy flat. He went straight to the supplier to purchase light bulbs, because he loved her, still.
addictchild 