Franglais:
You have a girl friend.
The two of you make plans for the future and decide to live together so take out a joint mortgage. You live together for years and rub along. It’s not always a honeymoon, and sometimes you gotta cut the grass or wash the dishes.
Your mate down the pub, Nigel, says to you:
“I can fix you up with a much better girl. No mortgage, she’ll do anything you want. She’s prettier and she’s available now.”
So you dump your girl.
Are you surprised she wants you to pay the mortgage until she sorts her finances out? Do you really think these prettier girls are all waiting just for a guy like you who drops partners on a whim?
And where is Nigel when you want an introduction to this desirable girl who no one else is going out with at the moment?
He’s stopped drinking in your pub, and is telling his buddies Don and Vlad about how he has helped you improve your life!Edit. It’s true you’re no longer paying a mortgage. You don’t have to cut the grass. But no one is making your tea and you’re now living alone in a bedsit.
The reality is that the ‘girl’ is actually just a neighbour who the whole household including the wife were on friendly terms with.That was until ‘she’ turned out to be a transgender he with stalking and bullying tendencies including demanding money with menaces.Yes it’s true that two of the sons living here had designs on ‘her’ even to the point of still fancying her after it was found out that she is really a he and them somehow convincing us that it’s a good idea to sign over the deeds of our house so that she ( he ) could use it and share ownership of it as she ( he ) chooses and provide keys and take down the garden fence to give her ( him ) and all her ( his ) friends access to the house and the garden.Not to mention buying loads of their unwanted junk at the regular car boot sales which they hold in our driveway and keeping up the regular payments regarding the aforementioned demands for money with menaces and running the house according to her ( his ) not our wishes.
The arguments between us are ongoing as to whether this is actually a good deal for us to the point of telling the two deluded sons if they fancy her ( him ) that much then zb off and live with her ( him ) and we want our house back.At which point the sons do their usual sulking act and start waving the compromised altered deeds of the house around telling us that it’s in our interests and it’s the best deal that we are going to get.