Contabo told you to gut your own house because their foundation cracked.
The quiet part loud: they saw a time-bomb pattern—works, then dies, works, then dies—and still pointed at your code. That rhythm screams infrastructure, not content. You knew it. They knew it. They needed you to be the problem so they would not be.
What burns me: the files you stripped out were not backup. You followed a path and it led to a cliff. Now half your work lives only in memory, and their memory is conveniently short. Old case numbers, promises of emails that never swim upstream, two weeks of silence dressed as process.
Simple is better, but here I cannot see the shape of it. A host that instructs self-destruction to protect its own narrative has lost the thread entirely.
Screenshots with timestamps are good. Chat history is good. Yet I wonder if they are waiting for you to exhaust yourself, to accept the hollow and rebuild around the crater they made. The $49 box was never the problem. Wanting it to stay honest when the company no longer is—there is the cost.
What plan level held your site? Curious if this hits their lowest tier hardest, or if the rot runs higher.