- 7 years ago
Some of you probably remember my rant about Future Brother-In-Law moving back in last week. Well, I hate to say it, but things haven’t gotten any better, with Douchebag McGee. Thursday, I cleaned the entire house, top to bottom, by myself. Future Brother-In-Law has been sleeping in the living room, so he treats it like a bedroom. His clothes and shoes were scattered all over. I was hesitant to move them because I knew it would cause issues, but Future Mother-In-Law wanted the house clean for future nephew’s birthday party this weekend. So, I moved the clothes to the playroom. I placed FBIL’s shoes neatly in a row next to his garbage bag full of clothes. No big deal, or so I thought.
The next day, I realized that all of FBIL’s clothes and shoes were sloppily thrown, in an obvious attempt to piss me off, in the middle of the living room. I was definitely pissed. But, I didn’t say anything. Then, I mentioned it to Future Mother-In-Law and she said, “He is so silly. He said he didn’t want (the dog) to pee on them.” Mmmkay. The dog he was referring to NEVER has access to that room. He stays in his cage all day, only exiting to eat and use the bathroom. Plus, FBIL’s clothes always stink to high heavens. He has very poor hygiene and doesn’t wash his clothes, so how would he tell the difference?!
So, I left his stuff scattered about. Future Mother-In-Law put it all back in the playroom the morning of the party because she didn’t want it out. Well, this morning, I hear Future Brother-In-Law downstairs raising hell about something. So, I turned my TV down and could hear him saying stuff about how he didn’t want his clothes being touched and that he knows that *somebody* (me) is throwing his clothes away! It took all I had not to march down those stairs and curse his ass out. Why in the hell would I throw his clothes away?! And no, the living room is NOT his bedroom, so when we have company, his clothes are going to have to be put up! If he would actually get off of his tail long enough to do anything, he could’ve moved them himself.
Then, he threw a little fit because my Fiance won’t bring our PS3 downstairs, set it up, and leave it down there for him to play. Fiance bought an Ethernet cord to connect the PS3 to the internet in our room. Future Brother-In-Law was like, “If you would’ve gotten Wifi, I could have my internet on my phone, and you could’ve hooked your PS3 up down here!” Apparently, he’s mad that Fiance and I didn’t pay to have wireless internet hooked up at the house so he can use it! Un-freaking-believable! Fiance said, “My PS3 isn’t coming down here.” Then, Future Brother-In-Law said, “Yeah, because you don’t want anybody seeing that thing!” I had about enough then, so I retorted, “FI’s the one who paid $300 for it. If he doesn’t want anyone touching it, that is how it’s going to be!” Future Brother-In-Law didn’t say anything to me, but Future Father-In-Law was like, “Yeah, (FBIL), you need to go to work and buy your own if you want one!”
I left after that and spent the day at the salon getting treated by Future Sister-In-Law. Ughh. It just feels so good to have a place to come vent. I needed this soo much! It keeps me sane. You guys keep me sane, thank you all!