My Husband’s Best Friend Moved in Weeks Ago, Expecting Me to Clean after Him – Husband Sided with Him, So I Taught Them a Lesson

My house used to be spotless when it was me and my husband. But then his friend came to stay and fights and clashes began. My husband didn’t care how I felt or about the distress I shared. It all finally came right when I took matters into my own hands.

When my husband offered his friend sanctuary at our home, he did it without my consent. Little did I know that having his longterm pal there would become a nightmare. Circumstances pushed me to take drastic measures to remedy things.

A dirty and messy bedroom | Source: Pexels

A dirty and messy bedroom | Source: Pexels

This is a photo of the bedroom after my husband’s best friend, Alex, had been staying with us for a few weeks. I cannot describe the smell to you, but believe me, it is putrid and unbearable! Alex moved in with us because his house was undergoing major renovations.

To be honest, my husband invited his friend to come live with us without discussing it with me first. I wasn’t happy with this arrangement, asking, “How long will he be here? And why didn’t you talk to me first before making such a drastic decision?”

A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Pexels

A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Pexels

“I am sorry, love. I wasn’t thinking straight. I allowed my excitement to control me,” he explained. The poor thing looked sincere in his apology, so I relented. But little did I know that would be a big mistake on MY part.

Initially, it was supposed to be a short-term arrangement, but weeks turned into months. My husband, Jake, thought it would be fun to have his best friend around. But he didn’t consider the extra work it would create for me.

A frustrated woman sitting next to someone | Source: Pexels

A frustrated woman sitting next to someone | Source: Pexels

“Don’t worry, babe,” Jake said the day Alex arrived, carrying his duffel bag and a box of video games. “It’ll be like old times. We’ll have a blast!” He also vowed that they’d stay out of my way and wouldn’t be a nuisance.

I forced a smile, but inside, I was already dreading the mess and the idea of living with two men. Jake and Alex had been inseparable since college, bonded by their love for gaming and sports. I, on the other hand, liked my peace and order.

A happy man carrying a duffel bag while his friend follows behind | Source: Midjourney

A happy man carrying a duffel bag while his friend follows behind | Source: Midjourney

Within days, the house transformed, and NOT in a good way! Empty beer bottles littered the living room, snack wrappers were everywhere, and dirty laundry piled up in Alex’s room! Jake and Alex would stay up late.

All they did since our guest came to stay was play video games or drink beer together. Their laughter echoed through the house, while I tried to sleep with a pillow over my head. I was so overwhelmed by all the extra cleaning I had to do.

An upset woman sitting on a windowsill | Source: Pexels

An upset woman sitting on a windowsill | Source: Pexels

And to add to that, I was starting to feel increasingly lonely. One evening, after a particularly long day at work, I found the kitchen in shambles. Crumbs covered the counter, the sink was full of dirty dishes, and a mysterious sticky substance featured on the floor.

I couldn’t take it anymore! “This has to STOP!” I said to myself through clenched teeth and balled-up fists. I decided to tackle my issues with Alex alone with my husband. But, he and his friend were glued at the hip and it was hard to get Jake by himself.

A dirty kitchen with used plates, glasses, and mugs | Source: Pexels

A dirty kitchen with used plates, glasses, and mugs | Source: Pexels

When I finally got a small gap where my husband was by himself, I decided to confront him. “Jake, can we talk?” I called from the doorway of his home office, where he was immersed in work while Alex was knee-deep in another video game in the living room.

“Sure, babe. What’s up?” he said, not looking away from the laptop screen. “I can’t keep up with all the cleaning. I need some help around here.” Jake paused what he was doing and turned to me with a dismissive wave.

A man working on a laptop in his home office | Source: Pexels

A man working on a laptop in his home office | Source: Pexels

I must say, I didn’t expect the response I got from him and it really hurt. Brushing my concerns off he replied, “Oh, don’t be such a downer! You just can’t stand that everything is not about you. Besides, it’s only one more room to clean. It’s not a big deal.”

His words stung! I was about to say something back to him when I noticed he’d gone back to his work! He wasn’t acknowledging my presence anymore! I walked away, feeling both angry and hurt. That night, I lay awake, listening to the childhood friends having a great time!

Two men sitting on the floor eating burgers while playing video games | Source: Pexels

Two men sitting on the floor eating burgers while playing video games | Source: Pexels

Then and there I started planning my next move. I decided to show Jake what “not a big deal” really meant. I figured he needed to experience it firsthand. The next morning, I woke up early and gathered all of Alex’s trash.

Since they slept late, they were going to wake up much later than me. I picked up the empty cans, dirty clothes, and half-eaten food and dumped them all in Jake’s office. By the time they woke up, the room looked like a war zone!

A woman holding a full trash bag | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a full trash bag | Source: Pexels

“Hey, what the hell?” my husband shouted from his office as soon as he opened the door. I knew throwing all the trash in there would have the most impact since Jake worked from home. He needed that space to be functional.

I didn’t bother responding or attending to him since I knew why he was shouting. Instead, Alex popped in and laughed, “Whoa, bro! Your office is a mess! You should do something about that if you want to get any work done.”

A shocked man standing in a dirty room | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man standing in a dirty room | Source: Midjourney

Off he went to prepare some breakfast and get back on the couch! Jake didn’t confront me but pushed everything into one corner so he could enter and work. As the days progressed, dirty dishes, random socks, and leftover food piled up in my husband’s office, causing him to freak out.

“I can’t work like THIS!!!” he shouted for the whole house to hear. I walked in with a sweet smile. “It’s only one room to clean, Jake, so do it. Not a big deal, right?” My husband was FURIOUS, but he couldn’t argue with my logic. Alex, on the other hand, looked sheepish.

A frustrated man | Source: Pexels

A frustrated man | Source: Pexels

“Dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was that bad,” he mumbled. “Maybe you should help out more,” I suggested and left them to deal with the mess. For a few days, things improved. Jake and Alex tried to keep the house cleaner, but their efforts were half-hearted at best.

The mess crept back, and I felt my frustration rising again. One Friday evening, I couldn’t take it anymore and confronted Jake. We got into a huge fight where he accused me of being a party pooper. Alex even tried mediating, but since he was the main cause of our stress, I told him to stay out of it.

A couple arguing | Source: Freepik

A couple arguing | Source: Freepik

My husband tried defending his friend but that made me angrier. I decided I’d had ENOUGH! I packed a bag and called my best friend, Lisa. “Can I crash at your place for the weekend?” I asked. “Of course, hon. What’s going on?” she replied.

A man watching as his partner leaves their apartment with a bag | Source: Pexels

A man watching as his partner leaves their apartment with a bag | Source: Pexels

I explained the situation, and she welcomed me with open arms. That weekend, I enjoyed the calm and cleanliness of Lisa’s apartment. I didn’t have to pick up after anyone, and it was a much-needed break.

An emotional woman being comforted by a friend | Source: Pexels

An emotional woman being comforted by a friend | Source: Pexels

On Monday morning, my phone buzzed with a call from Jake. “Please come home,” he begged, all desperate and ashamed. “The house is a disaster, and I can’t find anything I need. Alex is impossible to live with!” This man had a nerve calling me after going silent the whole weekend.

But I still felt a pang of sympathy, yet I stayed firm. “I’ll come back when the house is clean, and Alex is gone.” Jake sighed. “Okay, okay. We’ll clean it up immediately. Just please come home today, my love?”

A man talking on the phone in a dirty home office | Source: Midjourney

A man talking on the phone in a dirty home office | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll think about it,” I replied, not wanting to commit to anything and make him think he’d won. To my surprise, within minutes he sent me a video of them tidying up the house. I chose not to reply to the message but after discussing the matter with Lisa, I decided to go back home.

Two men cleaning a filthy house | Source: Midjourney

Two men cleaning a filthy house | Source: Midjourney

I returned later that day to find the house SPOTLESS! Jake and Alex had scrubbed every inch, and my husband’s friend had packed his bags. “Thanks for the hospitality,” he said sheepishly. “I’ll find somewhere else to stay until the renovations are done.”

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A man carrying his luggage bag | Source: Freepik

As Alex left, Jake pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t realize how much work it was. I should have listened to you.” I softened, seeing the genuine regret in his eyes. “It’s okay. I just need us to be a team, not you and Alex against me.”

From that day on, things improved. Jake made an effort to keep the house clean and helped out more. Our home became a place of peace again, and our relationship grew stronger.

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A woman hugging her man while he prepares breakfast | Source: Pexels

This is a photo of the extra bedroom after my husband’s best friend stayed with us for a few months. I cannot describe the smell to you, but believe me, it is blissful! Now the torment of having Alex over is just a memory of a lesson learned.

Jake smiled, wrapping his arm around me. “And one we won’t forget.”

A clean bedroom | Source: Pexels

A clean bedroom | Source: Pexels

Life returned to normal, but the experience brought us closer. We learned the importance of communication and respecting each other’s space. And I knew that no matter what challenges came our way, we could face them together.

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A happy couple hanging out on a windowsill | Source: Pexels

In the following story, a frugal husband needs to learn a valuable lesson after trying to save by collecting food from food banks. His wife got the food bank’s director involved and cunningly they taught him why the poor need such services.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Came Back from Vacation to Find a Stranger Living in My House — He Refused to Leave, So I Took Matters into My Own Handsnew 758

Returning from a blissful Hawaiian vacation, Lisa and her two young children were shocked to find an unwelcome guest comfortably settled in their home. Faced with an uncooperative squatter and little help from the police, Lisa was forced to take drastic measures to reclaim her family’s sanctuary.

A woman and her two children | Source: Midjourney

A woman and her two children | Source: Midjourney

Hi everyone, I’m Lisa, a 38-year-old single mom of two wonderful kids. There’s Ethan, my energetic 8-year-old son, and Chloe, my thoughtful 10-year-old daughter. We just got back from a dream vacation in Hawaii. It was supposed to be a relaxing break, but what happened when we came home was anything but relaxing.

We’d been looking forward to this trip to Hawaii for months. Chloe had made a whole list of things she wanted to do, and Ethan couldn’t wait to see the volcanoes. I needed this break as much as they did. It had been a tough year, and a week in paradise seemed like the perfect escape.

A tired woman dreaming about her vacation | Source: Midjourney

A tired woman dreaming about her vacation | Source: Midjourney

Before we left, I made sure everything was set at home. I asked my sister, Emily, to take care of our dogs, Luna and Max. She loves them almost as much as we do, and I knew they were in good hands.

Emily was thrilled to help. “Don’t worry about a thing, Lisa. I’ll take good care of Luna and Max. You just enjoy your vacation.”

A woman with her two dogs | Source: Midjourney

A woman with her two dogs | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks, Emily. I really appreciate it,” I said, feeling a bit lighter knowing the dogs were in good hands.

A couple of days into our trip, Emily called me.

“Hey, Lisa, can my friend Mark stay at your place for a night? He’s in a bit of a tough spot.”

I hesitated. “Just for one night?”

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A woman calling her sister | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, just one night. I promise.”

“Okay, but only one night,” I agreed, thinking it would be fine.

Hawaii was everything we had hoped for. We hiked through lush forests, swam in the crystal-clear ocean, and even took a helicopter ride over a volcano. Chloe was in awe of the sea turtles, and Ethan couldn’t get enough of the pineapple smoothies. It was a perfect getaway, and for a moment, all our worries seemed to melt away under the Hawaiian sun.

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Palm trees during sunset | Source: Pexels

We got back from Hawaii on a sunny afternoon. The kids were exhausted but happy. As soon as we walked in, I felt something was off. The house was too quiet. Usually, Luna and Max would be at the door, tails wagging. Now, they were sitting behind the couch, terrified.

“Stay here with your brother,” I told Chloe, my heart pounding. “I need to check something upstairs.”

A scared woman in her home | Source: Midjourney

A scared woman in her home | Source: Midjourney

I climbed the stairs, my anxiety growing with each step. When I got to my bedroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Mark, sprawled out on my bed, with his things all over the place.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

He looked up lazily. “Oh, hey, Lisa. I just needed to stay a bit longer. I’m job hunting in LA.”

A man in his trashed room | Source: Midjourney

A man in his trashed room | Source: Midjourney

“That wasn’t the deal,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You need to leave. Now.”

He didn’t even flinch. “I need another week. Emily said it’d be okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. Get out,” I insisted.

He just shrugged and went back to his laptop. I couldn’t believe it. I stormed downstairs, my heart racing.

A man working on his laptop in his bed | Source: Midjourney

A man working on his laptop in his bed | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Chloe asked, her eyes wide with concern.

I called the police, thinking they’d help me get Mark out. When they arrived, I felt a glimmer of hope.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” I said. “There’s a man in my house who won’t leave.”

One of the officers nodded. “Let’s talk to him.”

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The police sirens | Source: Pexels

We all went upstairs, and the officer spoke to Mark. He calmly explained that he needed more time and had nowhere else to go.

“Ma’am, this is a civil matter,” the officer told me. “You’ll need to go through the eviction process.”

“Eviction process? But he’s only been here a few days!” I was shocked and frustrated.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s nothing we can do right now.”

I felt my stomach drop. “So he just gets to stay here?”

A shocked blonde woman talking to a policeman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked blonde woman talking to a policeman | Source: Midjourney

“Legally, yes. You’ll need to file for eviction.”

The officers left, and I was fuming. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had two kids and a house to protect. I couldn’t let this stranger stay here any longer. I went back downstairs, trying to stay calm for Ethan and Chloe.

“Is everything okay, Mom?” Chloe asked.

“No, sweetheart,” I sighed. “But I’m going to fix it. Don’t worry.”

A mother and her daughter on their front porch | Source: Midjourney

A mother and her daughter on their front porch | Source: Midjourney

Ethan tugged at my sleeve. “Can we still play outside?”

I forced a smile. “Of course, buddy. Just stay in the backyard where I can see you.”

As they went outside, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew I had to come up with a plan, and fast. There was no way I was letting Mark stay in my house another day.

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A child running | Source: Pexels

After watching my kids play for some time, I called Emily. She felt awful and apologized repeatedly.

“Lisa, I’m so sorry. I had no idea he’d pull something like this,” she said, her voice full of guilt.

“It’s not your fault, Emily. But we need to get him out. I can’t let him stay here any longer.”

“Let’s think this through,” she replied. “We need a plan that won’t get us in trouble.”

A woman talking on her phone in her living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on her phone in her living room | Source: Midjourney

We brainstormed ideas and finally came up with a solution. We would wait until Mark left the house, then pack his belongings and leave them outside. We’d lock all the doors and refuse to let him back in. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best we could do without breaking the law.

“Are you sure this will work?” Emily asked, sounding unsure.

“It has to. I can’t have him here another day,” I said firmly.

A woman talking to her sister on her phone in her living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her sister on her phone in her living room | Source: Midjourney

The next evening, I watched from the window as Mark left to grab dinner. Emily arrived, and we wasted no time.

“Let’s do this quickly,” I said, trying to stay calm.

We hurried upstairs and started packing his things. Clothes, laptop, toiletries—we stuffed everything into his bags. My heart was pounding, and I could see Emily was just as nervous.

“What if he comes back early?” she whispered.

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A blonde woman packing a bag | Source: Midjourney

“We’ll deal with it. Just keep packing,” I replied.

We finished in record time and dragged his bags to the front porch. We locked the doors and windows, then sat down to wait.

Two hours later, Mark returned. I watched from the window as he approached the porch, saw his bags, and realized what had happened. He started pounding on the door, shouting.

An angry young man on the porch | Source: Midjourney

An angry young man on the porch | Source: Midjourney

“Open the door! You can’t do this!” he yelled.

I took a deep breath and opened the window just a crack. “You need to leave, Mark. Your things are outside. This is my house.”

“You can’t kick me out! I have rights!” he screamed.

“You were only supposed to stay one night. You’ve overstayed your welcome. Leave now, or I’ll call the police again,” I said, trying to sound firm.

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A woman screaming in her living room | Source: Midjourney

Mark wasn’t backing down. He pulled out his phone and called the police. I could hear him ranting about being locked out of the house. A short while later, a different set of officers arrived.

“What seems to be the problem here?” one of them asked.

“She locked me out! I have nowhere to go!” Mark exclaimed.

The officer turned to me. “Ma’am, can you explain what’s going on?”

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A police officer | Source: Pexels

I explained everything from the beginning, emphasizing that Mark was only supposed to stay one night. The officer listened carefully, then turned back to Mark.

“Do you have any proof that she gave you permission to stay longer?” he asked.

Mark fumbled, trying to come up with an excuse. “It was verbal. I don’t have it in writing. There might have been a message, but I think I deleted it accidentally.”

“Can I see your ID, sir?” the officer asked.

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A bewildered young man | Source: Pexels

Mark handed over his ID, and the officer radioed in to check his background. A moment later, the officer’s expression changed.

“Sir, you have an outstanding warrant for a shoplifting charge. I’m afraid we’ll have to take you in.”

Mark’s face went pale. “What? No, this is a mistake!”

The officer cuffed him and led him to the patrol car. “Ma’am, we’ll handle this from here. He won’t be coming back.”

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A policeman arresting a man | Source: Pexels

As the police drove away with Mark, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders. I turned to Emily, who looked equally relieved.

“We did it,” I said, finally able to smile.

“Yeah, we did. I’m so sorry for all this, Lisa.”

“It’s okay, Emily. It’s over now.”

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Two women hugging | Source: Pexels

When I told Ethan and Chloe, they were happy to hear that everything was back to normal. Chloe gave me a big hug. “I’m glad he’s gone, Mom.”

“Me too, sweetie,” I said, feeling a surge of relief.

That night, we slept peacefully, knowing our home was safe again. We had faced a nightmare, but we came out stronger. Our home was truly ours once more.

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