MY LANDLAWYER KICKED US OUT FOR A WEEK SO HIS BROTHER COULD STAY IN THE HOUSE WE RENTED

January 22, 2025 - by cheaunratana - 2556 Comments.

I am a single mom of three wonderful daughters: Lily (10), Emma (7), and Sophie (5). We rent a small but cozy house. It’s not perfect, but it’s home, and my girls love it.

Last week, I got a call from our landlord, Mr. Peterson.

Landlord: “You need to leave for a week. My brother is visiting and needs the house. I don’t care where you go. It’s not my problem.”

Me: “But this is our house! We have a lease—”

Landlord: “Don’t start with that lease nonsense. I could have kicked you out the last time you were late on rent. Get out by Friday, or you might never come back.”

I couldn’t believe it. He didn’t care that I had nowhere to go, no family nearby, and no money for a hotel. He knew I couldn’t risk losing my house, so I packed up. We ended up in a cheap hostel on the other side of town. It was loud and cramped, and my daughters hated it. Sophie cried herself to sleep every night because we left her stuffed bunny, Mr. Floppy, at home.

By day four, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to go back and get her bunny. When I knocked on the door, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The door opened and I gasped. My landlord lied.

His brother wasn’t there. Instead, I found Mr. Peterson and a group of his friends having a poker night in our living room. They had turned the house into a mess—beer cans everywhere, the furniture moved around, and food spilled on the floor. I was furious.

Me: “Mr. Peterson! What is going on here? You said your brother needed the house!”

Landlord: “Oh, uh… that was just a convenient excuse. We needed a place for the game night. Look, it’s not a big deal. You’ll get your house back.”

Me: “Not a big deal? We are staying in a hostel! My kids are miserable, and you lied to us!”

The landlord seemed taken aback by my anger but tried to brush it off with a shrug. I wouldn’t have it. I told him I would be calling the police and a lawyer if we weren’t allowed back into our home immediately. His friends, sensing the seriousness of the situation, began to leave, mumbling apologies.

Within an hour, Mr. Peterson had no choice but to clean up and vacate our home. I immediately brought my daughters back. Seeing the relief on their faces as they returned to their own beds was all I needed to know I had done the right thing.

The next day, I contacted a legal aid organization for advice and protection against further illegal eviction attempts. I documented everything, took pictures of the state he left the house in, and filed a formal complaint. With the help of legal aid, I negotiated a significant reduction in rent for the next six months and a written apology from Mr. Peterson.

Despite the hardship, this incident brought us closer together as a family. We realized that no matter where we are, as long as we are together, we can face any challenge. And, importantly, Sophie was reunited with Mr. Floppy, bringing back her comforting smile.