What if …

     You move into a house with the intention of buying the place.  The landlord still has stuff there, and promises to come back and get it all out.  Eight months pass, it’s all still there, and the landlord has never bothered to do anything as far as your purchase of the house, either.
     All of a sudden, the landlord gives you ten days to vacate.  Nine days later, the landlord, who lives two states away, shows up and tells you the house will be sold.  You ask, “How much?  I wanna buy it.”
     The landlord replies, “No, you can’t have it.  No, I don’t want your money.  You’ve never paid me a dime!”
     The landlord is clearly insane.

     While you’re gone, the landlord moves into a bedroom.  The landlord throws away a bunch of your things while you’re gone, moves a bunch of things, breaks some things.
     Dumbfounded, you wonder what’s going on.  The landlord gloats, “I broke things?  Well, I’d hate to have to move your television, your computers.  They’re very expensive!”

     You’ve paid your rent.  You’ve kept the place up.  You’ve mowed the yard.  You’ve paid the utility bills, and kept everything up to date.  You’ve made friends with the neighbors, even helped them with some home repairs in a crunch.

     So what do ya do?

     And does it change things if said landlord is the person who gave birth to you?
     Some people you trust, and don’t think you need to get receipts from.  This just goes to show you that trust like that is extremely stupid.