I thought what would I do. I wouldn’t sleep there. I wouldn’t even stay there during the day. But I would still fulfil my obligation to feed the dog. That was my advice to YL and she took it.
Wise decision. I mean, I’ve had times in my life, when I was really rock bottom depressed for example, and I let the housework go shamefully. But I would always take action on insects and rodents and prevent infestation, no matter how I had to drag myself around to do it. And I would never have people in the house to see my shame or expect someone to stay there and deal with it. That’s just awful. How can they not be ashamed?
I thought what would I do. I wouldn’t sleep there. I wouldn’t even stay there during the day. But I would still fulfil my obligation to feed the dog. That was my advice to YL and she took it.
Wise decision. I mean, I’ve had times in my life, when I was really rock bottom depressed for example, and I let the housework go shamefully. But I would always take action on insects and rodents and prevent infestation, no matter how I had to drag myself around to do it. And I would never have people in the house to see my shame or expect someone to stay there and deal with it. That’s just awful. How can they not be ashamed?
I honestly don’t know. The place isn’t a hovel. It’s not a hoarders paradise. It was just infested with rotten food around. Very odd.
I’m no clean Jean but I don’t leave food laying around to decay.