What I did after my stepdaughter turned my house into a mess is in the link in the comments.⬇️

A woman, married to a man with a 36-year-old daughter named Trudi, faced challenges when Trudi and her family moved in due to financial issues. Despite an agreement for Trudi to stay in a separate apartment, conflicts arose over cleanliness and responsibility. The OP, frustrated with the situation, moved out and refused to let Trudi stay in her apartment due to the poor living conditions. The husband pleaded for a return to the initial agreement, but the OP insisted on cleanliness and Trudi’s family moving out before considering a return. Commenters empathized with the OP and criticized the husband for not supporting his wife.

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