I’m 50 years old and have been married for 28 years. My husband and I live in a comfortable three-room apartment, which we bought nearly 20 years ago. But every spring, we move to our little wooden house in the countryside. 🌸
The air there is fresh, the smell of flowers fills the air, and we enjoy vegetables from our own garden. Even though we have to wake up earlier for work, it doesn’t bother us because we love this peaceful way of life. 🌿
This summer, our city apartment stayed empty. Usually, we visited a couple of times a month to pick up things or just to check that everything was in order.
That’s when my childhood friend, who had recently divorced and was struggling, asked for my help. Without hesitation, I offered her to stay temporarily in our apartment. But little did I know, this decision would turn into a massive mistake. 😟
At the beginning of May, I handed her the keys. My husband and I left for the countryside, and she settled into the apartment. I always thought of her as an honest and responsible person, and I never imagined she could cause such trouble.
Everything started with an unexpected call from my neighbor at the end of July. Her words chilled me to the bone:
— “Did you sell your apartment?”
— “Of course not,” I replied, surprised. “My friend is living there temporarily.
She hesitated before saying, “Then you don’t know what’s happening there? There are strangers living there, and their friends come almost every day—five or six people at a time!”
I hung up and rushed to the city, unable to believe what I was hearing. My friend knew how sentimental this apartment was to us. When I arrived, I caught them red-handed.
In the hallway stood a middle-aged man and a young woman. Seeing them, I could feel my blood boiling. Without hiding my emotions, I asked, “Where’s the owner of this apartment?”
— “She’s home,” they replied.
A minute later, my friend appeared at the door. I looked her straight in the eyes and asked, “Since when did you become the owner?”
At first, she tried to justify herself, saying it was just temporary, that she didn’t want to bother me. But the truth quickly came out. She had rented out two of the three rooms to strangers and was living in the third.
In other words, she had turned my apartment into a mini-guesthouse to make money. 😡
Within an hour, all the tenants left, and my friend was the last to go—without even saying goodbye. We no longer speak, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive her.
