We helped one of our BFF’s moved when his house was reposessed a few years ago. ( due to his ex wife financial ruin of him. He wasn’t an ace either in the $ department.)
He knew for 6 months the kick out date. I would bring boxes over and leave them in his garage. Talked with him on how the packing was going and always hear " I’ve working on a box right now."
The moving day comes and he has to work. (read that again.)
Three of us. His girlfriend, me (a friend as well as his BFF’s wife.) and another female friend (married who had a major emotional crush on him that she denies to this day.), were the only ones at the house other than my husband and another guy who were moving the big stuff.
Not one f’n box was packed. Not one. 10 years of living in that house needed to be packed. his kids were at his ex’s.
To say I was steamed would be a minor understatement.
The other ladies wanted to pack it up nice and shit. I told them there wasn’t any time for niceties and he had had chance. I started cramming shit into boxes and flinging. ( in fairness, I kept each box with that room. It wasn’t all hodgepodge.) We would label the boxes on the outside saying what room it came from in the old house and that would be the best offer he got. TFB.
The ladies had a fucking cow over this. I finally said, " Have you seen his basement, we’re arguing over the kids playroom here and his basement is a jungle of crap."
In the end I decided to break down the bathrooms and take them over to the new rental and set it up. I was so pissed at our friend for his denial over everything that I gave myself a nice case of screaming diaherra from being so mad at him.
The only area we agreed on was throwing out all his ex’s shit. That was extremely satisfying.
No one from his family ( a devote Xtian family) helped, but his Dad ( a pastor/former cop) stopped by to picked up the paperwork for the sleds and talked to the other ladies for a good forty five minutes of chatting and charming and stopping them working and then leaves. I shouted after him, " Hey! THANKS for all your HELP! WHAT would JESUS DO!"
(There was no physical reason why this guy couldn’t help.)
His landlord is raising his rent and he isn’t happy and wants to move. The first thing I said was, " We ( my husband and I) are not helping, but you can borrow our trailer.
I am done with helping anyone move. They can all F’off.