[L.P.]

The other day i show up n the bathtub is full of water n apparently it had been full of water for three days. So i go n try to clear it out n ended up havin to take apart pipes n snake the thing n it was this whole ordeal. I pulled out blobs of cat food wrapped up in hair. We got three bodies livin up in this house; me, the husband guy, the grown kid of the husband guy. The grown kid is the only one with a cat n he keeps it in his room cuz we dont allow no furry animals in the house no more.

I got a temper. I also got some serious bones to pick with that grown kid dude livin up in this house again. I woulda said no when he asked to stay here for two weeks back in june but i didnt get a say in that one. We got like next to no house rules. Basicly they are dont use the floor as your trash can ash tray combo, dont go keepin dishes n towels up in your room, dont leave no rottin food up in your room neither. We had a big prob when that dude first moved out the house when he was 18/19/whatever. He left us a bug infestation, had to pull up the carpet cuz it was trashed by puke, garbage n hookah juice, n whatever. We stopped countin at 100 trash bags full he left us. Took months to get that room livable again cuz of how he just left it. There was somethin like 15 moldy towels stuck to a corner. It was a problem.

Besides basic dont be a pig n give me another infestation rules, we ask folks to let somebody know when they comin or goin leave a note or whatever, and stay out of our bedroom. Dont steal from us to. Thats it i think. That dude said when he moved in he'd do the dishes while livin here to say thx for lettin him stay here for them two weeks for free while waitin for that house to get move in ready. His two weeks done past n its january now n he still all up in my house sleepin past 3pm all the time. Guess its hard doin nothin at all. Ever.

He dont do them dishes. My dishes n towels more then half gone. Bettin they moldy up in that room of his. He already stole from us. He already done come up in our room. Garbage from his room flowin out into upstairs hallway. Thinkin he on drugs cuz we always got little plastic baggies we fuss at him about cuz we got a toddler who comes by here to visit sometimes n if that toddler grab up some baggie he gonna choke n die on it. He eat up all our stuff, dont say when he comin n goin n you tell him to bring back the dishes he takes he says 'oh. ok' then he walk out the back door n hide from you for days n you still dont get them dishes back.

So him goin n wreckin up my plumbing (and it did to, we had to get somebody to come help cuz i couldnt push the snake thru it all n i dont know howta disassemble the sink to get the snake past that part in the plumbing) was the last thing for me. I started yellin that that dude n he went n lied to my damn face tellin me how he didnt know how that cat food got in the drain even tho he the only one with a cat n he the only one dumb enough to think you can dump cat food down a drain like it aint nothin. Then he went n said to me how he could just go n tell me what i wanted to hear n how sure he did it but hed be lyin to me and i got no idea how i didnt smack them words back into his head but i behaved n told him he better get the hell away from me right now n stay the hell away.

Anyway that dude is finally movin out. Guess me yellin him up one side back down the other was the motivation he needed. Bonus tho aint nobody mad i did it. Even the husband guy is glad that dude is movin out. He's sick of his stuff "mysteriously" vanishing as well. I sure hope that dude dont leave me another 100+ bags of garbage to pull outta his room n another bug infestation to. But i'll take that over him livin here any day of the week.

~Gwen~

wow gwen.

that kid sounds gross

i'm glad he's not living here.

*looks disgusted*

[L.P.]

(Veda typing this) I think he is still living here. From what I understand he will be moving out on Wednesday... what Wednesday is beyond me though. I thought it might have been yesterday, but the bits of stuff on the floor outside his door tell me otherwise... the upstairs hall floor got cleaned yesterday after the access panel and bookcase were put back int their places so yeah... floor was clean for a moment in time anyhow.

I find this whole ordeal disturbing. Maybe hurtful or insulting would be better words. Fact is, several of us have some major issues with things being clean/cleaning. It strikes a chord with childhood issues... the mother had some OCD issues and toss a little drug fueled crazy into the mix and yeah... when some of us see things like garbage outside a door that internal screaming starts up and it's downhill from there. This has been discussed with not only the step son, but the spouse and the blatant lack of give a damn about what we need to not be something that resembles functional...

The last few months have been hard enough with the lack of food, multiple deaths in the family, the holidays... and not only is it a problem with the messes, but it makes me (personally) question the validity of my own thoughts... I wonder if it is perhaps really not him who is (for example) taking all of my cups and some other version of me that I am completely unaware of, because when I ask him to bring me back my things he says he will and four days later one or two cups might reappear, but not all of them. So I start to think I am the jerk here. Then his father demands his cups back and they show up that day... the whole few days in between I am making myself crazy thinking I am being a paranoid, out of line a**hat. So I go and repeat how I am the kind of person who cannot function in that kind of not knowing and need him to just not hoard household belongings upstairs because it makes me question my grip on reality. He says okay and the same thing repeats over and over again.

The whole disregard of what I/several of us need in order to be something that resembles okay drops me in a headspace that just makes the internal childhood/mom screaming more intense and disturbing. That self hating mantra of 'what i want, what i think, what i need does not matter. i do not matter. stop thinking of you you selfish blah blah blah' it goes on perma repeat and renders me ineffective.

I have been telling the spouse for months this cannot continue with the step son as it has been. I have been telling the step son for months that this cannot go on. I have been ignored the whole time. While I am not exactly pleased by how this all finally exploded... I am pleased that something was finally said. I have not been calm or stable enough to have another conversation about any of this for awhile now, so I guess this is a good thing? Just kinda bothered that it had to come to this in the first place.

Originally Posted by L.P.

(Veda typing this) I think he is still living here. From what I understand he will be moving out on Wednesday... what Wednesday is beyond me though. I thought it might have been yesterday, but the bits of stuff on the floor outside his door tell me otherwise... the upstairs hall floor got cleaned yesterday after the access panel and bookcase were put back int their places so yeah... floor was clean for a moment in time anyhow.

I find this whole ordeal disturbing. Maybe hurtful or insulting would be better words. Fact is, several of us have some major issues with things being clean/cleaning. It strikes a chord with childhood issues... the mother had some OCD issues and toss a little drug fueled crazy into the mix and yeah... when some of us see things like garbage outside a door that internal screaming starts up and it's downhill from there. This has been discussed with not only the step son, but the spouse and the blatant lack of give a damn about what we need to not be something that resembles functional...

The last few months have been hard enough with the lack of food, multiple deaths in the family, the holidays... and not only is it a problem with the messes, but it makes me (personally) question the validity of my own thoughts... I wonder if it is perhaps really not him who is (for example) taking all of my cups and some other version of me that I am completely unaware of, because when I ask him to bring me back my things he says he will and four days later one or two cups might reappear, but not all of them. So I start to think I am the jerk here. Then his father demands his cups back and they show up that day... the whole few days in between I am making myself crazy thinking I am being a paranoid, out of line a**hat. So I go and repeat how I am the kind of person who cannot function in that kind of not knowing and need him to just not hoard household belongings upstairs because it makes me question my grip on reality. He says okay and the same thing repeats over and over again.

The whole disregard of what I/several of us need in order to be something that resembles okay drops me in a headspace that just makes the internal childhood/mom screaming more intense and disturbing. That self hating mantra of 'what i want, what i think, what i need does not matter. i do not matter. stop thinking of you you selfish blah blah blah' it goes on perma repeat and renders me ineffective.

I have been telling the spouse for months this cannot continue with the step son as it has been. I have been telling the step son for months that this cannot go on. I have been ignored the whole time. While I am not exactly pleased by how this all finally exploded... I am pleased that something was finally said. I have not been calm or stable enough to have another conversation about any of this for awhile now, so I guess this is a good thing? Just kinda bothered that it had to come to this in the first place.

it will all be over soon, veda

I know it must be hard on you

(by the way, I think your name is pretty)

i'm emily

[elevatedsoul]

I've gone off on people a couple times... but i blacked out so dunno why it happened, only know i felt so bad about it after..

but this guy you're talking about seemed to need someone to go off on him... maybe the times i went off they needed it too, but still mades me feel bad because i cant remember...

each time it happened to me people around me started "Behaving" atleast for a little while!
hopefully this guy will move out soon and you wont have to worry about it!
i know it sucks living like that