BG: I took a new job this last June that had me traveling to DE every week. I wanted someone to house sit for me and it worked out that some very good friends of mine, Sam and Trina, needed a place to move so they moved in. I was expecting to be gone until Dec 1st and then sent to another engagement after that but the arrangement was they would have at least 6 months in the house and possibly a year but definitely 6 months. Well, people plan and God laughs. I ended up coming home 6 weeks early and no engagement after meant I was not going to be traveling again. Due to some really crappy events in their lives (Unexpected very large monthly charge, one lost their job, two dogs very sick and passing, another dog with major health issues, car breaking down, motorcycle hit twice while parked etc), instead of using this time to save up and then look for a place of their own, they are barely making it by even with the much reduced rent I was charging. They also missed the part about me being pretty sure that I would be going for another 6 months after November but didn't know for sure so were expecting to not have to move for a year.
I get it, it's not an easy situation and they are angry at me which is understandable. There is also a lot of tension in the house between the two of them over the issue that caused the very large monthly charge (no, I can't get into what that is for a lot of reasons). I'm not staying there. If I would have moved back into the house when I came home we would have had 4 dogs and 5 cats in the house with 1 dog having major cat aggression and 1 cat having major dog aggression issues. They have since lost 2 dogs (in one week no less) but it still would be a zoo and their fights are epic and I really don't want to be in that environment. They keep telling me it's my house and I should spend more time over there and I would but things like the following story keep happening and I don't know if I should even try or just let it go and hope it will calm down after they leave/BG
I was over there Sunday morning to meet my boyfriend so we could go to Thanksgiving at my Aunt's house. Sam mentioned he was going to tear down his car by 4 so he could watch the football game. Football is extremely important to Sam and a little less so to Trina but not by much. I said something to the effect of it's a football Sunday, you're not going to get your car torn apart by 4. It's football. Sam laughed and insisted he would. He also mentioned that a mutual friend (MF) and his son (MFS) were coming over to help (and to hopefully get the son interested in mechanics instead of playing video games 24x7) and wanted to know if my BFF wanted to come over as well. I said sure, I was planning on changing the oil on my bike so I'll pick up dinner on the way home and let BFF know we are all hanging out and to come over. BFF says he'll think about it but ends up not making it over.
BF and I get back from my Aunts and the grocery store at around 4:30. MF is in the garage with Sam. MFS is in the house with Trina watching a movie. I asked MFS why he was in the house instead of outside helping with the car. Trina caught my eye and shook her head in that warning gesture of don't ask. I quickly said I was going to change the oil on the bike if he wanted to come out and help. Trina said she would come out and help. MSF stayed inside thankfully. Sam and MF are bent over the car still tearing it apart.
Teasingly I said something to Sam about the car not being done by 4 expecting the response of it's Football Sunday and something about football comes first or something to that effect. This is the only thing I can think of that I did that would lead to what happened. In hindsight I probably struck a nerve but I had no way of knowing that and we joke around about stuff all the time. He mumbled something about well, the car's done now and I laughed. I realized our used oil containers were all full so I started to gather them to take the oil to recycling and asked him if he could move his bike over so I would have enough room to change the oil on my bike (they were sitting side by side and he had tools spread out everywhere else).
He moved his bike and then went and grabbed the rear stand and started to put my bike up on the stand. I said, "It's ok, I'll do it when I get back." He continued as if he didn't hear me. I said, "No Sam, thanks, I got it. I'll put it up when I get back" Still no response. I said, "Sam, stop. Don't put my bike up on the stand." Trina jumped in at that point and said, "Sam she said stop." He then looked right at me with this expression of "I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing and you can't do anything about it." and popped my bike up on the rear stand as I said, "Dude, really?" I turned around, grabbed the keys to my car, and BF and I left with out another word.
In the motorcycle world, you do not touch another persons bike with out express permission. I have had permission to move their bikes before and I still won't do it. It is a great sign of disrespect and a huge slap in the face to do so and it has been known to cause huge physical fights in biker bars. I knew that rising to his level at the time wouldn't have done any good, and getting angry wouldn't accomplish anything but letting him feel like he won but should I say something now? If so, what should I say?
*Edited for spacing and clairity