They said OBie and I would always be welcome.
They said they were grateful.
They said a lot of things.
Until I asked them to do one simple, reasonable thing:
Pay the rent they had agreed to.
From that moment on, I was no longer the kind, accommodating landlord who let them run a business from my home, live rent-free for weeks, and turn my property into their own kingdom.
No — I became a “disgusting troll”,
a “flea sucking the life out of everything”,
and, my personal favourite, someone who was “acting in a drug-addled manner.”
All because I asked them to honour the contract they signed.
Because I was upset that I couldn’t afford to pay the mortgage and insurance while they were refusing to pay thousands in arrears.
They locked me out of my own property.
They denied access for inspections and basic maintenance.
They lived in my home without paying rent, and I was borrowing money from friends just to cover the expenses.
And then — they took to Facebook.
Posting quotes about kindness. Compassion. Karma.
(Actual screenshots below, because I couldn’t write satire this good.)
“Shoutout to people whose kindness isn’t a strategy but a way of life.”
“I’m so sick of ugly. Not looks. Ugly hearts. Ugly actions.”
Apparently, the irony was lost on them.
This isn’t a tale of bitterness.
It’s a tale of how warped the landlord narrative has become — where kindness is mistaken for weakness, contracts are treated as suggestions, and any effort to protect your home is painted as cruelty.
They weren’t victims of a greedy landlord.
They were beneficiaries of one who gave them trust, flexibility, and patience — and got malice in return.
But here’s the thing:
Karma doesn’t need a key.
And it never forgets an address.
