WARNING: Do you really want to put your family at risk with boarders?

This is my story about house boarding with a family at home. I hope anyone who is seriously considering leasing or giving up one of their rooms to help someone reads my story and thinks

long and hard before they go through with it. Do you really want to put your family at risk? It is long

Out of the kindness of my heart I gave my spare fully-furnished room away to a young family with a 10 month old until they could get on their own feet and they totally abused the chance I had given them. I even gave them clean towels, a cot for their baby to sleep in, gave them access to my computer, cooked dinner, cleaned up and all I asked for in return was for them to respect my house, my house rules and clean up after themselves. Now I don't think that is too much to ask in fact I think it is very reasonable and I know a lot of families out there who are going through hardships that would have been better suited to this opportunity over these pair of terrors and it makes me sad to think about it. My aim is to give a hand up but never out as people too easily take and take and take.

They put a hole in my lounge room wall, broke my son's blinds in his room, stained the carpet with milk they never cleaned up, left their bedroom like a bomb had hit it, left my house unlocked and I caught them smoking in the house when I said not to. They also argued constantly, slammed my doors and I didn't want their potty mouths and raised voices around the children. I sat down and had a very stern talk, especially to the female who did most of this. Then the next morning I heard her threatening to hit her son in the head and that was it. I made a call to children's services and told her to get out of my house.

I could hardly believe my eyes when I checked their bedroom window. They had taken out the screen, opened the window and closed the blinds so I couldn't see it. They were planning to come back in the middle of the night and clean out our house!!!!!!!! more importantly.... they endangered my son. Bad move.... very bad move. The police came, took their child’s items and told them not to come back unless they organised a police escort and an agreed time and date with us.

I thought the week was going oh too well. I was having such a fabulous day, my son wanted to dance and laugh all day with me, I met some like-minded people who wanted to know more about my business and are meeting for coffee, I helped some spiritual people with some tarot readings, I got my blinds fixed, was listening to the sound of rainforest with the birds chirping, water fall flowing, the smell of white sage incense burning. And then I walked outside and thought everything was going a little too well and I'm quite a skeptic when my life is running smooth I almost half expect something to come out of the blue (and I really need to try and get over that otherwise I'm going to keep attracting it to me). I checked on my little boy and he was fast asleep on a full tummy, gave him a kiss on the head. Then there was aggressive banging on my front door. I knew it! The calm before the storm...

My heart started pounding as I knew this couldn't be good. I crept up to the lounge room blinds and slyly peeped through them sideways to see my ex roomy there with a huge baggy hood jumper on with his hands in his pockets looking rather angry. There was no way in hell I was opening the door and no way in hell I was going to let him know that I was home. The police had strictly told him that he was to call us and arrange a time for the weekend when My fiance' was home with me to collect his belongings and not to come to my property without a police escort. He had now turned up on a day he knew my fiance' was at work and couldn't defend me and gave us no warning he was coming.

I tip toed in to my son's room at the back of the house and dialed Brent at work and asked him to get on to the police for me so I could call my dad. I rang my dad as I started to shake all over and told him my ex roomy was bashing on the door. He was at work but told me he would leave asap and would be 10 minutes away. Then I got back in touch with Brent who told me the police were on their way and they told him to tell me to not answer the door under any circumstances because the guy had a criminal record for being a public nuisance, a previous dvo against him for being harmful towards his child, had a weapons license and access to guns. Now I was REALLY scared. We did a criminal history check and couldn't find any of this information!! The only thing I can think of is when I called children's services they found something. I felt so guilty. There was something that didn't feel right and I didn't listen to my intuition and now I had put my family in danger all because I was just trying to put a roof over someone's head because I didn't want to see a child on the street.

Just when I thought I couldn't get anymore scared I heard noises in the garden and heard a car pull up and the motor sounded rather large so I knew it would be a big car. I crawled on my hands and knees so anyone in the garden couldn't see me and opened the blinds down the bottom again and saw 2 other fully grown men in a van. FANTASTIC! I remember thinking as I crawled back to my son's room. Then it sounded like he was trying to kick my door in and he did it for a good 5-6 minutes while swearing and screaming at me to open the door or he'll have me charged with theft. Then my son woke up as the loud noise scared him and I got so angry. It's one thing to make me scared but now he scared the person I love the most in the whole world. I didn't feel scared anymore, picked up the broom and was ready to clobber the bloody idiot over the head should he make his way in, I was absolutely furious. Those mummy protection instincts must have kicked in.

Then I heard the screeching breaks and I knew my dad had arrived (seriously you can hear their car down the street LOL) He stepped out of the car and told Rob to get off my lawn and stand near the car and don't move until the police got there. Now my dad is a pretty scary person... almost 6ft and solid as anything (used to be a gym junky/diver) and when he's cheesed off you know about it. Much to my amazement I saw rob do exactly what my dad said. I was expecting the other 2 men to jump out and start something but now I could see their faces clearly and I knew who they were! These 2 guys were safe people who didn't quite understand what they had actually gotten themselves in to and were confused as anything.

You see, these 2 people were people we met at a garage sale a few weeks ago. The dad worked with sick kids at the local hospital and his son is a charity worker. They sold Rob a computer they could have easily gotten a few hundred for for 20 bucks if he went and bought a pack of nappies for his son and came back to show them the proof. Rob had managed to con them by saying we had stolen their furniture and left them out in the street so they had taken them in not knowing what they were really in for!! So now they're in the exact same position we were in when we felt sorry for them and let them stay!! Well my dad gladly filled the dad and son in who then couldn't stop apologising profusely. So now I wonder whether he's going to go through the exact same thing we did. See nice people get taken advantage of so much!

Then the police turned up and the policeman was NOT in a very good mood. Rob had started arguing with him and basically the copper turned to him and told him to shut his trap before he finds something to charge him for. He came in and was quite nice to me, he saw that my home was nice, neat and clean and then went in to their room and said "Jesus Christ I can already tell why you wanted that idiot out of here, no respect at all for your property." Then Rob got in to a lot of trouble I'm not sure whether he got fined or charged with anything but the policeman told me he rang the station and Rob hadn't organised anything with them, it was a lie. I pointed out what was going and staying and they got all of their crap out of my room. Now I have to clean the carpets because there's cigarette butts and ash smooshed all in to the carpets and spilt drinks even when I told them no food and drink on the carpet.

So now they just have their stuff in our garage to go which we have to ring him when we're good and ready and tell him to come collect it at a specific time. We're to put it on the driveway and he's to come collect it. At no stage is he allowed to attempt any contact with us, come on to the property other than to remove the items and especially not allowed to come to the door. The policeman told him that he will find something to charge him for if he ever comes back and not to try anything pathetic like damage to the property or attempting to break in because he'll know who to go to and where to find him.

I am never putting my family at risk again.