- 7 years ago
Haha, imagine me singing the title to the tune of “My Boyfriend’s Back”. Yeah, I’m trying to find humor in this situation, but I don’t think I can. This IS a vent. A long one, at that. So, just warning ya!
I do not like my Future Brother-In-Law. He does not like me. It is a mutual loathing, if you will. I feel that he is a worthless, useless, bum, and he feels that I am a total bitch. I don’t respect him, whatsoever. He is 24. He does not work, even though he is always welcomed to go to work with Future Father-In-Law. If he does work a few hours, it is to buy pot. He has a daugther who he hasn’t attempted to see or contact in a year. He also decided to stop paying child support for her, as well. He has a sense of entitlement beyond anything I’ve ever witnessed. Needless to say, this guy is not my favorite person.
Anyway, Future Brother-In-Law moved out of the FILs’ house three months ago. At that time, I moved in there with Fiance. The FILs’ and Fiance had been encouraging me to stay at their house, but I refused to do so with Future Brother-In-Law living there. I despise him so much that I can’t stand to even hear his voice. It is THAT bad. Plus, with him living here, I just felt that it was too crowded for me. When he left, I felt more comfortable. Future Sister-In-Law is NEVER home. She works and goes off with her friends. She comes home at around 2 AM and leaves as soon as she gets up the next day. She has her own room, where she stays when she’s home. Fiance and I have a room that is separate from the rest of the house, upstairs. The fourth bedroom is used as a home office, and is kept locked. So, there is no bedroom for Future Brother-In-Law. I loved being here with Future Brother-In-Law gone. I felt so welcomed and comfortable. Then, last Saturday, everything came crashing down. I heard a car in the driveway, so I opened the window to see who was here. Lo and behold, it was Future Brother-In-Law, unloading his suitcase from his friend’s car. My stomach sank. I knew he was back here. Obviously, his living situation did not work out. The minute someone demands rent money, he bounces to the next couch. Well, I guess he’d ran out of couches, so it was back to the FILs’ for him.
From the minute he walked in the house, I have been in a permanent cringe. My jaw has been tense, and I have the urge to punch things. Five minutes after he got here, Future Mother-In-Law came home from work and he ran out to the car telling her he needed a pack of cigarettes. He refuses to smoke the off-brand cigarettes, or pay for his own (*gasp*), and his brand is $7 a pack! Since he arrived home, less than a week ago, Future Mother-In-Law has bought him $30 worth of cigarettes and $15 worth of pot. When he got here that first day, Fiance had our PS3 downstairs. Well, of course, Future Brother-In-Law was like a kid in a f’ing candy store. He sat on our PS3 ALL DAY for like three days, until I finally told Fiance the PS3 had to come back to our room. We went to the grocery store and Future Brother-In-Law would not get off of our PS3 to come help bring the groceries in! Then, he reprimanded Future Mother-In-Law for walking in front of the TV.
Ever since we’ve kept the PS3 upstairs, FBIL has been trying to come up here to our room and I’m not having that sh*t! My room is the only place in this house where I have privacy and solitude. I don’t want someone I cannot stand sitting in our room all day. I came home from the tanning bed two days ago and Future Brother-In-Law was in our room, so I let Fiance know, in a not so subtle way, that I was not pleased. Yesterday, Fiance and I were cleaning the kitchen and Future Brother-In-Law woke up around 1 PM. He was like, “Man, bring the PS3 down here. Let’s play together. Come on, share!” Fiance kept telling him no. I mean, damn, we didn’t spend $300 to “share” with a freeloader who would NEVER share anything with us. Then, last night when I went to the tanning bed, he tried coming upstairs again, but left when I got home. Later, he followed Fiance upstairs. So, now we’ve gotta lock our door behind us to keep him out.
We ordered Dominos last night, and, of course, he saw Fiance carrying the box in the house. “Man, lemme get a piece!” (the fact that he’s white escapes him). Fiance told him no and brought the food upstairs and locked the door. He has some nerve, asking to eat OUR food that WE bought. I’m tired of his mooching! Future Father-In-Law and Future Mother-In-Law have been paying his child support to keep him out of jail. Right when he has court, he’ll ask them for $300 here, and $500 there. It’s f’ing ridiculous.
Ughhhhhhhhh! I cannot take this! I know someone, unaware of the entire situation, is going to chime in about how this isn’t my house and we should be living elsewhere. I fully understand that and totally agree. However, I was invited to live here, and fully welcomed. I contribute to the household, as well as Fiance. Fiance and I are trying to save up to get our own place AND have our wedding. So, we are really benefitting from living with the Future In-Laws. Neither Future Father-In-Law nor Future Mother-In-Law really want Future Brother-In-Law living here. They can’t tell him no because he is their son, but they don’t like it because he is really whiny and demanding. He always needs cigarettes, he always wants fast food or takeout, he needs money for his pot, he wants to drive FMIL’s $80,000 vehicle around like speed racer, he sleeps til noon on the couch, making it to where nobody can get anything done around the house without “disturbing” him.
I’m just hoping and praying that I don’t kill anyone before I get out of here. I have considered moving in at my mom’s, but Fiance was very upset when I brought it up, and honestly, I don’t want to leave him. We’re really trying to rush this process of getting our own place, but that’s proving to be really difficult. We were fine until Future Brother-In-Law came back to live here. Like I said, Future Sister-In-Law was never home, and I get along great with the FILs’. Ever since Future Brother-In-Law got back, I’ve just been bitchy and snappy and on edge. It’s putting a damper on FI’s and my relationship.