Choosing who you give your house key to is a big deal.

It can be a good idea for someone who doesn’t live there to have a key, but you want to make sure it’s someone you can trust.

Read how one Redditor learns the hard way that her grandmother is not the right person to have a key to her apartment.

See the full story below.

AITA for taking away my keys from my grandma?

Bare with me because this is a long one.

My grandma came “to visit” today while I was at work and just wrote to me to say that she was horrified at how much rubbish was flying around my house.

This message caught the OP off guard.

I was very surprised by the message and wrote to her telling her not to break into my flat when I’m not there and certainly not to criticise my non-existent mess.

I just have a lot of stuff, but everything has its rightful place.

The floor is clear and there’s only what’s supposed to be on the table.

However, things were different when the grandchild returned home.

Three hours later, I came home and realised that both my desk and the dining table were completely empty.

For context: I paint a lot of miniatures in my free time and have a whole desk full of paints and equipment for doing so.

I found the paints, brushes and tools for my miniatures in a drawer under my bed, neatly lined up.

The new Emperor’s Children codex was on my bed.

This is when things get really crazy…

What was missing, however, were the plastic frames and bits from various Warhammer figures.

On the dining table were all my new Emperor’s Children figures, which I had received the day before yesterday and had just put on the table and admired with great anticipation. On my desk were three squads of Terminators, 700 points of Stormcasts and two Phoenix Lords. A total value of around €500!

I searched through all the drawers and by now I was really panicking.

After a very long search, I called my grandma and asked her what had happened to the grey plastic that was lying around.

And you’ll never believe what the grandmother said.

Her answer was: “I threw the rubbish away. What was that anyway? Packaging material?”

I repeat again: she threw away stuff of mine that she didn’t even know what it was!

I asked her again whether she was really serious and whether she had any idea what “this rubbish” was for, to which she simply said that I should be grateful that she had finally tidied up the place and couldn’t understand why I was calling about something like that.

And the Redditor’s response?

… I then just said that I’d come round tomorrow and pick up my front door key and hung up.

I didn’t raise my voice once during the whole conversation once and was simply in shock listening to whatever this was and then lay down on my bed, exhausted, and thought about what my next steps might be.

But the OP’s next move is shocking.

After about 20 minutes, I put my shoes on, threw on a jacket and set off to go through the rubbish in the apartment complex.

It took a really long time, but I found the bag again, in the residual rubbish, on top of the remains of eggshells, a banana and a piece of gamy cucumber.

After cleaning all the plastic frames and looking at the clock, I realised that this process alone had taken me two hours.

However, the grandchild has one lingering question…

Am I the jerk in the act of wanting to take my flat keys away from my grandmother?

Because I really don’t see what alternative I have at the moment.

So, was the OP at fault here? Or was their grandmother out of line? Let’s read the comments below to find out.

“NTA” was unanimous — but some had further thoughts on who should get a key.

Others wondered if Grandma would duplicate the OP’s key.

People also explained just exactly how pricey the “rubbish” was.

And some thought the OP should go the extra mile here.

This grandchild needs to get their key back and stop handing it out!

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