I made breakfast menus, turned off the WiFi at night, and left housekeeping signs after cleaning her messes. I stopped cooking dinner and replaced it with takeout menus in her room. Then I delivered the final touch: an itemized invoice for her “stay.” She exploded furious, shocked, and suddenly feeling very unwelcome.

She stormed to Jason, but he didn’t defend her. “Maybe it’s for the best,” he said, and within a week, she was gone. Peace returned, dishes stayed clean, and Jason finally saw my side. Linda didn’t want to clean so she cleaned herself right out of my house.