Laura - posted on 01/12/2009 ( 4 moms have responded )
Hey everybody. I'm Laura, and right now I am currently a stay at home mom with my nine month old. He's my pride and joy, as is my boyfriend. Now my boyfriend is great, he helps out with the house work, he cooks, and he's a great dad.
there is one problem though. Every single weekend for the last nine months we've had company. My boyfriends older brother Allen (31) and Jarod (17). Jarod pays 100 bucks a month for rent. Which covers rent and lights for him. Allen doesn't pay anything and eats everything. In one day he:
Eggs, toast for breakfast
toast for midmorning snack
4 grilled cheese for lunch
(thats just for him, not offering us anything)
he made 2 boxes of kraft dinner for supper knowing perfectly well that I don't like it.
This is what it is like every weekend. 100 bucks for groceries doesn't go far when you have people eatting you out of house and home.
That's my problem with the 31 year old. No money, and eats us out of house and home.
My problem with the 17 year old, is even though he pays 100 bucks a month, he calls my son names like a little bastard, a little shit, if he is fussy he yells at him to shut up and he pushes him off the couch when he is trying to crawl up.
Last night I had enough. I didn't want to hear Jarod calling my son disrespectful names anymore, and I freaked. I told him the next time I heard him call Aiden something he was going out the sliding door and not welcome back ever again.
My boyfriends mother in law called him today while he was at work to bitch at him about what I had said to Jarod last night. She told James that we can't kick jarod out because he pays rent, and pretty much to suck it up that he calls Aiden nasty names.
Also they don't clean up after themselves when they come in on the weekend, and then when they leave on sunday night, I don't feel like doing anything because I am so pissed off. But on Monday morning, not only do I have to do the dishes for the weekend, laundry for the weekend, I have to do there dishes and laundry and just clean up there mess.
I am extremely fed up, but I don't have the heart to tell them to get out.
Someone please help, or I am going to go insane.