An Unwanted Guest

During my last bout of sigil drawing, I designed a particular one to help me with a troubling issue at the time.  Unlike my journal icons, with which I made digital images to place on my blogs, I drew this one out by hand onto a piece of cardstock.  In July, when my husband and I had recently bought our very first apartment, we heard from a close friend of ours that his girlfriend was very unhappy with her landlord.  Her rent was exorbitant, the house rules seemed unreasonable, broadband Internet was dismal, and the bottom line—they lived on different sides of town and after walking her home from class, our poor friend had about another hour’s worth of travelling ahead to get home.  Luckily, the apartment that we bought was a handy 5 minute walk from his house, our broadband Internet is exceptional, our house rules, well, we had none (and no clue that we needed any), and we offered to lower the rent by $120 per month from her last landlord.

As we began to renovate, warning signs kept flashing, signalling that it would be a bad idea, but we were very reluctant to go back on our promise to our friend.  From the first night she moved in, it was disaster.  Brand new Scanpan knife, a gift from two very dear friends, had it’s tip broken off when we found it the next day jabbed into the wrong knife block, hair littered the floor (which for 3 months, we had thought belonged to us [a premature receding hairline is not uncommon in my husband's family], until she went overseas for a week and the fallen hair disappeared), hair clogging the drains, fridge crammed like a landfill (we would say, have finished our milk and by the time we went to the store and come back with a new bottle, that space would have been replaced by a bottle of Coke), kitchen covered in a sticky film of oil… we watched heartbroken as all the beautiful things that our loved ones gave us for our wedding were treated like they were disposable.

In October, we had a discussion with her and asked her to consider moving out, but she was stressed with assignments at university and said it would be too much work for her.  We agreed that it was unfair to put more on her already full plate, so waited each agonising week out until December, when she started dropping hints that she might stay through February, March or even April.  Even my perpetually cheerful husband was livid with having to clean up after her every weekend when he would much rather be relaxing.

I made a sigil that would prompt her quick departure.  Although we knew it would be easy to ask her to leave in February (when we originally agreed for her to move out), we both desperately wished she would go earlier than that.  By then, the amount of mess she was leaving around the house was in epic proportions.  I designed this sigil, but made very sure that when I charged it, I visualised her leaving without any damage done to her relationship with her boyfriend or her parents.  I definitely did NOT want her to have to leave because her relationship failed or God forbid, one of her family members passed away.  After I charged it, I left the piece of cardstock in her room.

A week passed and nothing happened.  On Christmas, we decided we couldn’t put up with her any longer so we confronted her to asked her to move out by 18th January.  She reacted really badly and it seemed as though she was deliberately leaving more mess and doing things to inconvenience us.  Surprisingly, her boyfriend came to talk to us and confessed that we might not have to put up with her for much longer as he had been contemplating for some time to break up with her.  On the 27th December, he came over to do just that, and by the next morning, she was gone.  This was definitely not how I wanted it to turn out.

The next day, her boyfriend clarified that after their argument, they decided to get back together.  She’s moved in with him (although her things are still here waiting to be packed and transported for good).  Unfortunately, not everything is happy.  One of the reasons why she’s moved out is because being unaware that she was difficult for us to live with, she does not understand why we wanted her to go, and took immense offense with being asked to leave.  Right now, she is angry and bitter and blames us wholly.  My husband is thrilled that she’s gone, but I wish I could do something more to help her overcome her bitterness.

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